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  <title>C.C.</title>
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  <updated>2008-02-13T02:19:00Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:3183</id>
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    <title>►011</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T02:19:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T02:19:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MURDER, DENIAL, ATTENTION, EXPOSURE, DECEIT, INFERIORITY, WORRY, JEALOUSY, LUST, REJECTION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are things that have always been a part of being human, of being &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so surprised, City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always secrets.  And there always will be.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:2882</id>
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    <title>►010 ►Filtered from Mao</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T17:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T17:20:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Lelouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it will be even more difficult &lt;strike&gt;for me to leave him again like that.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriel, if you are not averse, perhaps we could speak more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mao's "teachers", I would speak with &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koutarou, have you been practicing?</content>
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    <title>►009</title>
    <published>2008-01-19T03:56:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-19T03:56:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been missing Cheese-kun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:2508</id>
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    <title>►008</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T00:36:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T00:36:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is what we desire what we love, or do we fall deeper in love with desire itself?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:2106</id>
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    <title>►007</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T02:33:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T02:33:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">With the state of things in this City, one really has to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In place of mourning the arrival of invaders, now we throw parties, and argue with our roommates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We berate those who touch the children, and then everyone wonders about whether it was right or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kill, and we maul and injure, but we all forget about it within the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awful tragic, don't you think?  This City really could use a new leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mao, let's go into the City and we'll help you practice, alright?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:1894</id>
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    <title>►006</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T02:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-03T02:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who's to say, when God leaves?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:1681</id>
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    <title>►005</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T17:21:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T17:21:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Every new year is simply the day after the last day of the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is followed by another day, none more important than the others, only given significance when humans see fit to attach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate your New Year.  There will only be so many more to come for you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:1444</id>
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    <title>►004 ►Voice Post</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T02:27:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T02:27:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[a soft, soothing voice]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh, Mao. It's alright.  I'm here, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[humming, still low and gentle]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will harm you as long as I'm with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, Mao.  Listen to my voice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:1172</id>
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    <title>►003</title>
    <published>2007-12-27T03:58:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-27T03:58:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is everyone happy, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, snow, and presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all it takes, to make you happy, isn't it?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justawitch:952</id>
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    <title>►002</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T03:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T03:43:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you know why the snow is white, City?</content>
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    <title>►001 | Comment Log on the Beach</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T01:26:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T01:40:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Last she remembered was the lights of &lt;i&gt;Gawain's&lt;/i&gt; cockpit, the false warm glow of the emergency notifications as the pressure had increased the deeper the Knightmare Frame had sunk into the depths.  And now, here she was, eyes fluttering as she woke, sand clinging to her lashes as she hauled herself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand, it was a beach, and her soaked body had lain there she did not know how long.  Lips terse, C.C. flung her hand out before it rose to her headset, to activate the frequency that &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have connected her with the Black Knights, and with Lelouch]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero.</content>
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