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When it was clear that something was going to keep distracting me, I shut the doors on my office and asked that I not be disturbed ( Read more... )

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"We're getting married!!"

I sunk to the floor upon hearing such words, glad that the Moor was gone -- or perhaps I had imagined him entirely? -- but now what was I to do? No one I spoke to appeared to even acknowledge me, and now... oh now, my world was lost.

My beloved married to another? To... to... to a trollopMy intended ( Read more... )

I wandered the halls, desperately trying to find my way back outside. I couldn't remember where I'd came in. Roger had been with me and we had been talking, so I wasn't really paying much attention ( Read more... )

"Was there anything else we needed to discuss?"The statement or question.. either way it had me more than rattled a bit. Still rattled actually as I hobbled about the halls. My memory was getting spotty, and for some reason or another I had all these human emotions. That wasn't supposed to happen. Well at least not the emotions I was experiencing ( Read more... )

I slipped free of that mass gatherin' and made my way into the hallway. It was a damn big hallway too. I mean how the hell did I find this place anyway? Must'a left my map somewhere else. No matter, I was a Slayer. Natural instincts or some shit. I started to mill around, opening doors lookin' around. Most of it was run of the mill borin' offices ( Read more... )

Harmony left the office, and I had to restrain myself from running out the door after her. Wait, why did I do that again? Why shouldn't I go after Harmony? It's my law firm, there's nothing stopping me from walking out of my office and talking to my very own secretary, was there? Of course not ( Read more... )

"And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart, -
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,--why advert
To these things?"I paused ( Read more... )

I reached up to the top of the gurney, feeling for the sheet that had once covered the body for politeness' sake, or at least to keep any of the others from looking at the things they didn't want to really see in the first place. Or...the last place...or at all. All I knew was that it purpose seemed to be concealment, and that suited me as much as ( Read more... )

I was lookin' over files, sittin' in my office, no different then any other day really, except that it was ( Read more... )