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<P><STRONG><FONT size=5>Well here it is,</FONT></STRONG></P>
<P><STRONG><FONT size=5> I finished the my poem
Aphrodite's Jealousy and singed all it's edges. This gave the poem a old and
beautiful look. Then I bought a beautiful frame and framed it. Of course I also
spotted a teddy bear to cute to pass, so I got it for as well. This morning I
got up early to have my haircut before class. There was a candy store next door.
I decided to peek in and see if there was something small to add. I ended up
with a whole box of their homemade candies and some flavored cocos. Plus I had
six other poems I had written her. I also added the video footage of me fighting
in her honor at Bastide Des Corbeaux. The only thing I had of hers, was the peer
review she did on my English paper. Instead of turning it in; I took it with me.
I folded it up and placed it in my vambrace. I pulled it out and unfolded it
before the camera so she would understand the significance of the video and
fight. Now I had to wrap it all up for her; but I could not find any paper
worthy of her. I made one last stop at Pier 1 Imports and found this beautiful
chest. It was of good size, carved, and beautiful; so it became her wrapping.
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<P><STRONG><FONT size=5> When I got to my English Class
she was sitting there as graceful as a swan. My friends urged me to sit next to
her. I fell to some sort of unworthy feeling. I quickly fell in with the company
of my friends. After class I knew it was my last chance. I could not let her go;
therefore I overpowered my fears and approached her. I walk her to the parking
lot and asked her to drive over to my car. She did so in a gray truck. I
asked what happened to her black one while holding the chest in my hands.
</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT size=5>She said </FONT></STRONG></P>
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<P><STRONG><FONT size=5>I'll finish this later. Someone is at the
door,</FONT></STRONG></P>
<P><STRONG><FONT face="Old English Text MT" color=#800000 size=7>William de
Clare</FONT></STRONG></P></BODY></HTML>