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BeliefI don’t know why I ran off with him. I mean, I had a boyfriend back home in England, and I can only blame my anger so much. He fancied me; I suppose that was why I let him do it. Maybe I went too far, or maybe I didn’t go far enough. Maybe if I’d kept my feelings in check, or the prompting memory of my boyfriend clear in my head, I wouldn’t have done it. But I did, and that’s all that matters now.

I’m not going to let it ruin my life like it does for some people.

It had been a soft night; gentle and caressing. My parents had no idea where I was, and there was no chance of my getting a bus back up the mountain a

The Return of DargonHas the world always been black and starless?
No. Bleak, perhaps, but not black.

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