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Post by lunarfang on Mar 6, 2009 21:40:48 GMT -6
A quiet breeze, wet ground, a grey, dismal sky, and a dark figure standing alone is all to see in these plains.
To escape from the Sol clan camp Riddle had walked to the loner/rouge area, he doubted anyone would be here, and if there was someone, he doubted that they would bother him.
Riddle breathed in the damp air deeply; whenever he had something serious to think about he would find a quiet place.
“What if my decisions are wrong?” he mumbled to himself.
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