Club Crush

marianne shrugged and dropped the remains into a waste basket. "look, don't worry," marianne said, placing a hand on erika's shoulder, "i have connections. your crushing career is just getting started.

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Love Lost, Chapter 13b: Phobias, concluded.

marianne took a third berry. "he gave up because of you.

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The Curious Foxes, Chapter 8: The Archlitch

marianne, in a mad desperation, screamed once more, “forseti, you have to kill-” but forseti cut her off as well, screaming “marianne, stop!” it didn’t matter, if marianne had a response.

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Love Lost, Chapter 11b: Excesses, concluded.

marianne coiled up her tendrils. "what makes you think i would do that?" alice glowered at marianne's reflection. "i do what i have to do to survive. fright, surprise, a constant atmosphere of anxiety; that keeps me going.

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Love Lost, Chapter 8a: Confrontations.

Most of the vernal equinox sunlight filtered through marianne as she occluded much of his east-facing window. grace stirred beside him, and gave him a gentle kiss as they rose. marianne stared forward. "i'm going to miss the snow."

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Love Lost, Chapter 6b: Ascensions, concluded.

marianne floated upward somewhat, looking at the brightest star above. grace looked at it also, through the violet haze of marianne's tenuous form. "why don't you tell me about him? maybe it will help you remember things."

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Love Lost, Chapter 21b: Absences, concluded.

"annnnnnd," marianne inflected in a leading way. "don't do this," james whispered, "marianne," he pronounced with deliberate perfection and averted eyes, "please, don't do this."

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Love Lost, Chapter 17b: Reservations, concluded.

marianne drifted alongside joe as grace set about finishing the kitchen's clean-up. "denial: not just a river in egypt." joe turned toward her. "where?" marianne's eyes flashed. "oh, it's a desert resort.

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Love Lost, Chapter 9b: Dispositions, concluded.

"i hate you, marianne." marianne smiled gently as james' comment brought forth a fond memory. then, she set about the task of weaving her essence around every bit of his body in search of the many tiny troubles that plagued him.

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