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. epitaph .
i had a dream. i was in a room. it was dark�and oh so cold. i was standing over your body. you were cold too�and white. i tried to help you. i tried to wake you. but you just lay there. it was dark�so dark. there was writing on the wall�but i couldn�t read. the writing was red. i was scared. it was so cold. i touched the writing. it was blood. it was written in your blood. i looked down at my clothes. i was covered in blood. it was your blood. i tried to scream. but no sound came out. that was when i woke up. i was in my bed. but you were gone. and there was writing on the wall. it was red.

. theatrics .
chiseled maw collides deliberately with that of the ashen tinged female, a breath of tepid air emanated in her presence. audits flit incessantly, multifaceted ooids disclosing a trivial trace of angst at the mention of prisoners being the recompense of the skirmish�he was not at all anxious to lose her or any of the others in a debt of war. her disquiet is directed�she was quite right�it had been a hasty decision�a spur-of-the-moment alliance�most unlike him. but he had a savor for combat and spilled blood, and thus there were no regrets.

. the voice inside my head .
so you hear them too? they clamor around inside my head to the point where i cannot hear myself think�but they will prove useful when the cavalry arrive, both mine and yours. just wait and see� and yes, i think our presence is quite necessary here�i realize that my decision was hasty, but the voices can�t do wrong. i express my regrets that this must inturrupt our party. but i assure that when we return, ken will throw in a little surprise at our party that will make barbie a very happy girl.