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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:16 pm
I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.
It seemed a fairly ordinary night when Orlando and Rosalind--two young and ordinary, healthy kids--left Durem that early November evening to visit Gadow Waeting, former tutor and now friend of both of them. It's true there were dark storm clouds, heavy, black and pendulous, toward which they were driving. It's true also that the spare tire they were carrying was badly in need of some air. But they being normal kids, and on a night out, were not going to let a storm spoil the events of their evening.
It was a night out they were going to remember for a very long time.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:22 pm
*looks out the window*
To Orlando: You know, that's the third motorcycle I have seen. I can't believe anybody would be so stupid to drive a motorcycle on a night like this!
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:23 pm
To Rosalind: Yes, dear. Life is a cheap thing to people like them.
*squints*
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:23 pm
To Orlando: What's wrong, dear?
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:24 pm
*motions to the "DEAD END" sign*
To Rosalind: We must have made a wrong turn somewhere.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:24 pm
Confused: ...then where did those motorcycles come from?
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:27 pm
To Rosalind: Don't worry, I'll put it in reverse.
*turns and looks out the rear window as he pushes his foot down on the gas pedal*
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:28 pm
*shrieks as the tire blows out, sending the swerving*
Calming down: What was that bang?
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:31 pm
To Rosalind: We must have blown a tire.
*looks out at the rain*
You sit here, and I'll go look for help. I think I saw a castle back down the road awhile back.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:35 pm
To Orlando: I'm coming with you.
*unbuckles her seatbelt*
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:35 pm
To Rosalind: There's no use in both of us getting wet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:37 pm
To Orlando: I'm still coming with you. Who knows... the owner of that castle could be a beautiful woman who would steal you away from me and you would never return.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:38 pm
*holds the newspaper above her head to try to keep dry*
To herself: It's so cold out here...
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:39 pm
*points*
To Rosalind: There's a light, up there, in the darkness.
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