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  <title>The Red Dream of a Calamity</title>
  <subtitle>Cry Havoc, and Let Slip the Dogs of War</subtitle>
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    <name>Havoc</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-09T16:10:46Z</updated>
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    <title>○ 69;</title>
    <published>2009-04-09T16:10:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-09T16:10:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know it was a curse, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have a day when few people seemed interested in fighting, killing, or causing trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll savor it.  They don't come too often here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letslip:17821</id>
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    <title>○ 68;</title>
    <published>2009-03-15T16:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-15T16:59:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She can &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; them returning.  The synchrotron lights shining in her eyes- she has to go, she has to run-  To the wall, bracing, to turn and look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry-  don't come any closer-" She sees it, flashing before her eyes.  Blood, on her hands, children's blood, crushed bodies, the damage wrought by vacuum space.  By &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.  Breathing fast and shallow.  Afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember... I can feel it again... I thought that if I'd changed like you, I could handle the return of my abilities-  But-"  She's slipping down the wall, choking on sobs, her shoulders shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I don't have the right.  If only I'd found you sooner, maybe I could have lived on without fearing my contract."  Her fingers, the two broken ones, curl in to a fist on the wall.  She's thrumming, with that fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kill me."  She begs him, bringing his hand to her throat.  "&lt;i&gt;Please.&lt;/i&gt;"  He promised to, and she's waiting for it, before a gust blows up, heralding the arrival of their enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're getting out of here."  He can't do it.  "You're not a Contractor anymore.  There's no need for you to die."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they run.  The wind is fierce, whipping at them, and as he pulls her along, it begins to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't keep up with him, and she slips from his hand, falling to her knees. "I'm scared," She cries, looking at her hands.  "No-"  She sees blood on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to go back-" "I don't want to, I don't want to kill anymore, so &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;-" She's begging him to kill her, desperate and haunted by the knowledge of what she's done, the lights pulsing in the back of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will be alright."  He takes her face in his hands, trying to calm her, and she stares up at him.  "If you get out of here, your powers won't return.  You're not going to kill anyone."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that right?"  And he smiles when he says it.  She quiets, and slowly calms.  A small smile, and it seems she's about to say something, when instead, she gasps, chokes, and falls forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three sharp ice shards clear through her chest.  He catches her, looks around frantically, and drags her- to safety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's enough..." Blood, at the corner of her mouth, and the light in her eyes fading, unable to support herself, and carried with her arm slung over his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Run..." She tells him.  But he sets her down, and stays, But she's already going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakly, her hand reaches, and cups his cheek.  She's saying something, but she can't make the sound come out, only mouths it with the last of her strength, before her hand falls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc; Havoc's death scene ;;]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letslip:17663</id>
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    <title>○ 67;</title>
    <published>2009-03-11T22:10:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-11T22:10:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was talking to a Mister Veidt the other day- and it made me think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to say it.  And it's really not my place anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many- well, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;, not many of you know me... and I guess who I am isn't important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, for those who might be reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be your second chance.  This place can be that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;small&gt;And I guess that's it.  Thank you.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letslip:17363</id>
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    <title>○ 66;</title>
    <published>2009-03-01T00:34:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-01T00:57:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dinosaurs... I think there was dinosaurs before- Or, no, maybe that was just a dream.  &lt;small&gt;It's pretty easy, you know, to confuse this place with your dreams, sometimes.  It's all that fantastical...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose everyone's settled a bit then, that's good.  ... I finished a book, the other day.  To the sound of a stampeding... dinosaur.  Tristan and Isolde aren't quite as romantic to the sounds of dinosaurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when the love ends like that, I guess it's not really so romantic anyway.</content>
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    <title>○ 65; voice</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T02:56:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T02:56:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aha-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, that was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually heard people use those before-  Not even messing around-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope most people had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc; th- this post is rife with chuckles, rare jovial mood]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>○ 64;</title>
    <published>2009-02-11T20:24:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-11T20:24:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... It's always sad, when people leave.  But I'm happy for them-  Chrome was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Was like...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  I wish her well, in everything she does back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Alone again-  But.  Then again, it may be for the best.  &lt;strike&gt;Especially for children.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letslip:16420</id>
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    <title>○ 63;</title>
    <published>2009-02-06T23:22:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T23:22:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... I think I met a lot of people, the other day.  I do like the curse days like that-  that are mostly harmless... and let people do things they may not necessarily regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nice-  Though I didn't get one woman's name... and the other- Thank you, for helping me with my groceries,  Sir Carl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, if you ever need a good meal, I'd like to repay you.  It was very kind of you, curse or no-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Ah... this letter won't come off.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C... ?  I think I know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc; Scarlet Letter curse~]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letslip:16137</id>
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    <title>○ 62;</title>
    <published>2009-01-20T15:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-20T15:37:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... It was quiet.  In Romania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember where I'm really from.  Who I really am.  But I woke up there, and so that's my home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and her family took me in... Laura was so kind.  Her, her mother, and the two children... It's safe for me to be around children now.  I like them- children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just quiet days... preparing dinner, cleaning, bringing in the animals... sewing, playing with the children and helping her mother... I laughed, I think.  And I smiled.  That village was my home... it was a beautiful place, too.  Fields, and small houses... not much of the more modern things in that part of the country, but I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to leave eventually, it was too dangerous for me to stay there.  After all Laura did for me, I couldn't put her family in danger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went in to the town... it's not as nice there, I don't think.  Too crowded, too close, too dank- But if you like the city, you'd have liked it, I imagine.  I didn't go to the better parts of town much- too dangerous.  I stayed in the bordello.  It was better, to just... live like that.  I could only tell you about that part of that city-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the village.  I think the countryside... that's where it is most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I guess that's not the best description... but I didn't get out much.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>○ 61;</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T03:25:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T03:25:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah... a whole new year.  It seems sort of silly, to me.  I'm not supposed to see one, after all.  Dead people should just sta-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I guess I don't really think that.  Sometimes... good people- Innocent people die.  And this place, to give people like that a second chance at life... that's really nice.  &lt;strike&gt;But people like me- Contractors-  The world would be better off without them, without these powers...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;How depressing of me- Let's try that again-&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukuro, I'm starting the cooking if you want to watch- The best way is to learn by observing, after all.  It's how I did it.</content>
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    <title>○ 60;</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T02:17:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T02:17:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah... I guess this Christmas cheer really does help, even here.  I stopped by after work for coffee... and someone paid for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have thanked them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-  Chrome, would you like to go to the church service?  &lt;small&gt;I'm not really sure about... faith, I guess, but, believing in something nice... must be nice, you know?&lt;/small&gt;  In the spirit of the holiday, and all?  Laura and her family were observant, so-  I think I ought to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/poly_tldr/863962.htm"&gt;Good Omens event!&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>○ 59;</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T20:52:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T20:52:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... &lt;small&gt;I didn't find Kay-  Ah.  We only just met, but.  So many people are concerned, it seemed wrong, not to at least keep an eye out-&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can come out now-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;strike&gt;I'll cook him so much food he won't be able to even notice&lt;/strike&gt; It's over, so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?</content>
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    <title>○ 58;</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T03:27:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T03:27:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah... has Chrome asked &lt;a href="http://rly-not-mukuro.livejournal.com"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; what you'd like for dinner yet... ah, what would you prefer I call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to make a bit of a welcome dinner-  She's been waiting so patiently for you, for a very long time.  &lt;a href="http://channelmixer.livejournal.com"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; young man, too.  &lt;small&gt;Don't worry, I already know what you'd like.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Mm.  For anyone who may wonder-  &lt;a href="http://pastdedication.livejournal.com"&gt;Lin&lt;/a&gt; has left the City.  ... I don't know what awaits him, whether his world has anything like Heaven, or Hell... &lt;strike&gt;Like me, surely, he's destined not for heaven, despite our fates...&lt;/strike&gt; but I wish him peace, if only peace.</content>
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    <title>○ 57;</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T20:28:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T20:28:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm glad I wasn't cursed yesterday... Humans, though... we lie every day. Even if it's not a big thing... I suppose yesterday was just a reminder of that, huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Isn't it, &lt;i&gt;Havoc&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll... be moving in the next couple of days I imagine-  Ah, Chrome... is there anything you'd like me to specifically bring?  And... Ken, was it?  Anything you'd like me to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Mm.  Gabriel?  I got you, ah, &lt;a href="http://www.cupargardencentre.co.uk/acatalog/houseplant3.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  It works pretty well for a houseplant, maybe you can try it.</content>
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    <title>○ 56;</title>
    <published>2008-11-10T03:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T03:27:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah... I thought this might happen, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been keeping up... does the Hospital have a... ward... for this season's illness?  &lt;small&gt;No need for anyone else to get sick, and all...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cl- Classes are canceled again, with my apologies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;One of these days... I'll get over that.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>○ 55;</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T08:48:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T09:22:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the taste out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, and copper- Iron-  For that goddamned power I don't want- Never ever wanted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this place-  Why can't I just be dead?  Why can't I stay dead, so that no more children have to die because of that &lt;i&gt;power&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm going to be sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm afraid class is canceled today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc; Havoc fought with Sasuke during the curse, and to even up the fight, instead of him losing powers, she regained hers, so, anyone was able to see her using that... rather devastating vacuum space trick she employed.  Though that, of course, meant that afterwards she had to slink off and kill a kid and drink their blood to fulfill her remuneration .__.  Oh, Darker than Black.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>○54; accidental voice</title>
    <published>2008-10-07T10:33:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-07T10:33:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... What a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What time is i-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.</content>
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    <title>○53</title>
    <published>2008-09-13T17:16:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-13T17:16:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Singing?  ... that's pretty good.  I hope no one got too upset.  It was nice to see some people having so much fun of it.  I'm not much of one, myself.  &lt;strike&gt;Never... really tried, have I?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Ah... I have work soon...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is- Is there someone I should talk to regarding helping out at the school, or the orphanage?  I... would like to help, if that's alright.</content>
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    <title>○52</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T19:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T19:19:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... I'm not a big fan of waiting.  The kind of waiting... where you're sure something bad will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the curses have been kind of mild, of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not wait, but.  It's not ever going to be quiet.</content>
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    <title>○51 ○ Voice</title>
    <published>2008-08-23T15:06:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-23T15:06:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... Hell's Gate.  Heaven's Gate.  No, definitely... definitely Hell's Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A pause, audible gulping, voice shaky]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/poly_tldr/571196.html#cutid1"&gt;Hell plot&lt;/a&gt; remnants]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>○50</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T03:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T03:40:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah... I always forget about this.  Not... to check it, because it is useful, but... to do it myself.  I guess because I'm not doing anything interesting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore you all.  ... I just work, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  I suppose that's boring, too.  &lt;small&gt;I don't mind being boring.  Hah.&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just use this to keep up with people, then.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:letslip:13039</id>
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    <title>○49</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T02:14:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T02:20:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Things I Don't Want:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;○ To have to kill again&lt;br /&gt;○ My powers&lt;br /&gt;○ Hurting children&lt;br /&gt;○ Not being able to feel&lt;br /&gt;○ Relying on the logical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I Want:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;○ Quiet Days&lt;br /&gt;○ For Laura and her family... to have quiet days, too&lt;br /&gt;○ For their happiness&lt;br /&gt;○ ... a little happiness to myself, if it's not too much to ask</content>
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    <title>○48</title>
    <published>2008-07-08T03:04:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T03:04:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrows aren't so bad.  At least, the one around my place wasn't.  ... We got a lot done.  &lt;small&gt;It was less startling than the lynx I woke up with a few days earlier.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duchess Fortuna, I saw you needed more help... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... I baked a lot more than I meant to.  Hei, I'll bring some by.  ... Lin, did you want some, too?</content>
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    <title>○47 ○ Voice</title>
    <published>2008-06-27T06:11:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-27T06:11:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Rustling, a pause]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Rince... wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[faint, near indistinguishable voices]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hex has him Arch-chancellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good show, Stibbons. This is some good quantu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[the rustling again, and then silence]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... oh.  He's gone.</content>
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    <title>○46</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T00:53:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T00:53:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">N- No, I don't want to kill anymore-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from me!  Especially children, you should stay away from me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I don't want my powers to come back... I don't want to kill anymore, I said I didn't want to kill anymore-&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much blood on my hands and I didn't even feel it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Just stay away from me, or next time my powers come back I don't even know what will happen to you...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much blood.</content>
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    <title>○45</title>
    <published>2008-06-12T23:41:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-12T23:41:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strike&gt;He's gone.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud of anything I've done.  ... Particularly in life.</content>
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