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They did their best as I was growing up; I had to flee the country.

Not at all; no one else needs to see the death and destruction my nightmares can bring.

I'm trying to not get my hopes up, but things might turn out alright after all...

I suppose the biggest thing is starting a family.

I suppose there's a personality that exists for the vocal majority, a persona for the fans and supporters, and then who I am around the ones I loved. Otherwise, I don't see the need.

I only have the one, right above the heart. A serial rapist my father was hunting shot him, so I attacked and knocked the gun out of his hands. I didn't realize he had a knife until it was too late; neither of us died, however, and the rapist was captured, so all ended well enough.

Certainly. Lots of luck to you both. You look great, Fancy.

So it would seem. Then again, I think my feed's still busted. Provided the last person to answer any kind of question I follow was fifteen hours ago still.

Sadly, the day did actually come and pass, and we had no opportunity to do anything. We spent the morning and afternoon together, at the very least. I honestly don't care what we do; as long as my beloved's happy, and as long as we're together. She makes it romantic.

It wasn't the kids that got to me, Crow, although there were a few who tried picking on me because I spent my time with the tomes instead of playing games. First I was accused of studying schoolwork too much, then they realized this was something else. I always managed to scare them away, however-I can't see why I can't do it again now.

A teacher of mine had a grudge against my father, and he did his best to take it out on me; I suffered in his classes. He nearly kept me from a diploma when all was said and done, though I did managed to get it in the end. When he swore he'd follow me to any university in Italy, I knew I had to flee if I wanted to escape him; he wouldn't follow me to America.

This man was so terrible, my uncle agreed he was shit. The same uncle who disapproved of me being a boy when I was born, the same who nearly blinded me. We had the same enemy; a miracle I never thought I'd witness.

The one that goes beyond this life, I suppose.

To go from a city like New York to a gated community would be an interesting change. I suppose if the circle decided to do something like that when we all started getting older, but otherwise I doubt it.

I've never been to one, so I wouldn't know. I suppose as long as the workers were comfortable with what they did, their settings, and were being treated fairly; people will talk after all.

...I honestly don't know, and that scares me more than anything else.

I blame technological problems on the site's part, really. It's fine, Fuzz; let's hope this gets resolved soon.

...something /hard/; easy to go down. The sooner I forget the better.

Hair from someone who can teleport, your list says? I'll admit the divination's the only reason why /I/ can, but perhaps it'll be enough. *He'll absentmindedly run his hands down a lock of hair, until a sharp gust of wind cuts it off; it'll be offered.*

I know of a being who can manipulate time as well; if I ask, he might help. Just give me a night or so; I'll get Al to get the items to you.

I've been to summer camp before; dragged by my friends who live in the house with my parents and I. I'll admit there was a time when it was more than my friends who did the dragging.

I would rather not find out.

I doubt I'd choose anyone. For the reasons Fuzz insists she switches with me.