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Date Posted: 19:39:52 04/16/01 Mon

Wanders over to the commotion, a bit shaky and weak, not having eaten in several days. He looked feeble and quite well aged by now. A certain spark in his eye had been burnt out. Laura now ceased to be near him and he was feeling as though he was age enough to curl up and die, his insides also twisting and churning with the thought of another food. Gripping his mohogan cane tight at side he makes his way sneaking a few bites of food as he passes. Taking many generous helpings of it, and the wine at its side as well.

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