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[The writing is angry, scrawled - not Daitou's usual neat calligraphy. It's the writing of someone who is angry, sleep-deprived, and tired of seeking without finding]
Give them back, you bastards.
I know someone has to be in charge of this gods-cursed hellhole. Whoever you are, give them back.
Give them back, you bastards.
I know someone has to be in charge of this gods-cursed hellhole. Whoever you are, give them back.
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Date: 2010-11-14 12:13 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2010-11-14 12:51 am (UTC)From:You're not a scholar, so team up with somebody who is.
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Date: 2010-11-14 01:01 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-14 01:38 am (UTC)From:[There's a pause as he rolls his pen in his hands, wondering what else to say.]
I'll miss her too.
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Date: 2010-11-14 01:54 am (UTC)From:Thanks.