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* Chronicles of The Boy Who Lived *

Saturday, September 16, 2006

10:27PM - Rising from the...lack of computer usage...

Journal #23 will be posted tomorrow sometime, come hell or high water, and if the high water comes, I'll be getting out oars.

For those around, thanks for being patient!

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Saturday, May 27, 2006

1:51PM - Journal #22: Bedside Manners I

“I could care less what that…what he does,” Ron answered curtly.

She regarded him silently, taking a few more deliberate chews. “Ron, how well do you know Chanel?”

He pondered the question for a moment. "I know some things about her. But we've only just starting dating, so I'm sure there's more I don’t know yet."



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Sunday, May 7, 2006

6:52PM - Journal #22: Bedside Manners

“Do you think --?”

"Don't worry yourself, Lotte. You did the right thing."

"It's just -- I'm-I'm so scared..."

She fell into him, briefly, then pulled herself upright and held rigid. .


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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

2:48PM - Why Can't We Be Friends?


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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

1:07PM - Journal #1: Boy, Interrupted I

She opened her eyes halfway through and stopped abruptly, startled as they came into contact with a pair of green eyes. Bright, striking green eyes set in a face as pale as hers had been the day she had left for London.

They belonged to a person who was about three inches taller than her. He had short black hair and was wearing gray cords and a black hooded sweatshirt. He had been watching Tori intently, unmoving.


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Friday, May 20, 2005

4:09AM - Journal #1: Boy, Interrupted

The chord was soft and low and plaintive. She whipped her head around, nearly losing her cigarette. There in the back was a boy, sitting haphazardly on a pile of ancient vinyl records, a guitar in his hands. His head was bowed, his unkempt hair sweeping over his round glasses. He sat posed with his fingers not touching, but teasing the air above the strings. And the wildest shiver ripped through the room.

He didn't look up for the longest time. But when he did, she knew she'd met a fallen wizard.


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