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She was looking at the fireplace again.
In a rather creepy way.
He shrugged and returned to his work. As a ----- as a sword! He could make out the pattern now. In fact there were two words that were exact replicas of each other. Of course her trick had distorted them. "Cannot," he said softly. As a sword cannot.
He had it!!
He sat up straighter and realized she was still staring at the fireplace. "You nostalgic?" He asked as he laid down his quill. "I figured out the message by the way. As a sword cannot cut itself, or a finger touch its own tip, mind cannot see itself."
"Touching."
He grinned.
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Jessica's time on SS is now limited
thanks to that big and BAD thing called
real life
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