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My dearest, This isn’t a ‘love at first sight’ so often spoken of. It is a love which has come through knowledge of you, meeting you so often through the week, every week. C
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Blandon looked across the cool room, where he had been chained by the Masters. He watched as they beat Maria, ripping into her with their swords. “Do you want to be promoted
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When Jo awoke, Maria was gone. She could see her empty pillow, sheets ripped apart as though by some monster, her clothes still left, spread out on a chair. And, for once she d
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It was a dark December day in New Huston. Maria Stringer, dressed in her short skirt and low top shivered. She walked towards the Black Block that was her home. It was also the
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Prologue TV Presenter After the revelation of the two leader’s deaths we have new information. The two were lovers, caught between spin and their parties, unable to love-
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Barmaid: Get outta this house! You’re too drunk for here. Will: My ancestors came over with Selumnas! You cante get rid of me. (Collapses on floor)
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Care? Consideration? What does it actually bring? I don’t wonder this, mindlessly, as most young men would be allowed to do. I wonder this, leafing through old diaries of a you
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Linda woke and found that Anton was no longer on her sofa. He was gone. She didn’t mind, thinking that this had simply been her way of helping out a stranger in need. Of course
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The Vision Room was a big room, made for Tolerance. It encouraged the viewer to accept the New, deny the Old, and describe the Old as somewhat ‘prejudiced’. The fact that nobod
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Winter was always cold in New Brussels. Linda wondered if it was always this cold. It seemed to be. She wrapped herself in her shawl and walked down the road to her apartment b
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Of course, he's alright. He'll always be all right. He doesn't need me for that. My boyfriend. All he needs me to do is kiss him, cuddle him, tell him everything's ok. He'll be
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After we said our vows, he gave me our first public kiss. Cameras flashed, hoping to twist this into their message. But my message was love. I felt the silk dress, smooth again
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He had my support, I thought, trampling the rose into the ground. I looked at my place of work and didn't care. As long as he stayed working, rich, successful. He would of cour
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Hot sun beamed on us as we held hands. Was he right or not? It didn't matter. He was a nice guy. I loved him. I spoke the words they wanted, dark depressing words, followed by
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I looked at the TV screen, mixed emotions going through my brain. There was no going back. Of course, we had been told all this at work. But then it seemed too hard to comprehe
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