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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 9:25 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:22 pm
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Vyre sat in a corner of her new room, gazing at the plaster on the wall ((sorry, I just read the first chapter of Midnight Sun on Meyer's website. You should all read it, too, it's great)). Her mind wandered, thinking over the school and what it would be like to pretend to go there. Not like she needed the classes or anything. She'd been to college more than enough times for that. No, really, the reason they were here wasn't for her, it was for her "father". He had been feeling...depressed, Vyre would call it. She had encouraged him to come here, dreading what might happen if he kept on the track he had been going. School tomorrow would be boring. The only joy she could possibly get out of it would be in band, playing bassoon, hopefully. Not that any instrument was better than her French horn. Just that she could never play it in public without arising suspicions... Perhaps there were other vampires here. Forks was an ideal place for vampires, as the sun hardly ever shone. They wouldn't mind her hunting some of the local animals, though. She rose gracefully to her feet and set out to go hunting. After all, it was nice to be prepared for tomorrow, just in case.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 7:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:38 am
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