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Post by The Emcee on Sept 3, 2008 15:15:23 GMT -5
He lay idly on his bed reading a novel thinking about work. Italy had been beautiful and he really enjoyed traveling again. But he had work to do, he hadn't gone to see the club since he returned, but he heard it was doing well, maybe even better since 'that gorgeous brunette took over'. He knew he had made the right choice. But if he went back and took over, where would the business go? If it was doing so well now. He sighed. ((Also ))
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 10, 2008 16:36:13 GMT -5
**A FEW DAYS LATER**
There was a knock on his door and he went to grab it, the maid was holding a letter and looking as dull and uninterested as always. She handed it to him and he opened it quickly.
His eyes widened and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, he dropped the letter and fell to his knee's.
Mira was dead, shot while helping her husband near one of the barriers at the beginning of the revolution.
"Meera" he whimpered and held his stomach, he had so much left to tell her, so many things to apologize for, and now because of her stupid husband she was dead.
Why did he have to go on vacation?
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