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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:31 pm
Rochester walks outside on the streets of Barton, wondering what had happened that he was all of a sudden remembering Mocha after not seeing him for so long. Of course, he hadn't been living under the rock, he had heard of what was going on.
To himself: Why now should I be dreaming of Mocha? He wasn't even himself, almost. He had a strange look upon his face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:34 pm
*looks up at the sky*
Quietly: I had asked him what had happened. He was unlike himself though, he didn't say a word. I asked him again and again, but he just stared at me, like he hadn't even heard me.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:36 pm
*walks out of town to Bassken lake*
Crying out: So quickly, the room was full of angry people. They fell on you and tore you to shreds. But they vanished just as quickly as they had come. They hated you so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:39 pm
*sits down*
Quietly again: The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by swarms of people. I didn't know what was going on. They were all screaming, crying your name. But it was as though... it was as though they were placing the blame on me!
Rochester closes his eyes and leans back against the tree, still confused as to why he had the dream.
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