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Syndic
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Date Posted: 16:21:17 01/21/03 Tue
he nodded as her words were whispered from the wind to his awaiting auds, the gesture almost in understanding, almost inacceptance of such a practice, but not really an expression of either. he wasn't positive he approved of slavery. but then again, there was slavery under all of our noses, wasn't there? hiding under the rug. wasn't he a slave? to himself? to the damnable quatrains that haunted his life with their cryptic meaning. a slave to forever rely upon others to aid him, no matter how much he seemed able to maintain himself. he brought himself back to her with the uncerimonious prodding of his conscience, he had been asked a question, dipping his head to cover a sheepish grin he answered, placidly before he moved the conversation back to her.
it means judge, law holder and the like. im not quite sure the relevance. will you tell me of yourself Jin? what do you look like?
he intoned, crania drifting placidly along the wind, bobbing like a cork on water as he tried to ascertain which level and direction his eyes should fall upon. eventually he decided she would understand, and ignored formality to allow his head to rest serenely, if rather uselessly, upon his curved boa, sinew marking his ivory statue as he stared in what appeared a resolute and decided manner toward the horizon and the trees.
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