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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 10:40:15 GMT -5
"The what?" asked Adrien softly, pre-WWII as he was.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 14:27:35 GMT -5
"East Germany."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 14:30:17 GMT -5
"What?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 14:39:24 GMT -5
"The Communistic side, Adrien, really."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 14:42:36 GMT -5
"But I thought the National Socialists weren't really Socialists - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 14:51:19 GMT -5
Adrian shut his eyes for a moment.
"The Nazi party were ejected from leadership after the war."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 14:56:13 GMT -5
"They didn't come to leadership until after the war - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 14:59:42 GMT -5
"After the second war."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 15:01:11 GMT -5
"Did Germany have a war? Was it a civil war? Why didn't France report it?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 15:03:22 GMT -5
Adrian stared at him for a moment and took a stab in the dark.
"Adrien... what year is it?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 15:04:03 GMT -5
"1939, of course."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 15:06:30 GMT -5
The image of a dead girl in an alley flashed in front of Adrian's eyes for a split second.
"Adrien... it's 1985."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 15:08:48 GMT -5
Adrien looked at him and blustery-voiced, managed to stammer out, "No, no, no, it's not -"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 4, 2010 15:22:13 GMT -5
"Adrien, I was born in 1939. I'm forty-six years old."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 4, 2010 15:24:27 GMT -5
Adrien's voice was steadily climbing a stairway of hysteria. "But that's impossible, impossible! I was born in 1920 - "
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