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// Entry #654/2 – 16/3/1129 
// Story: Entry #649 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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		She left again. I can not believe it. It is mid-day, and I am certain she didn’t get much rest. You could see her exhaustion etched on her face like a sculptor chisels lines upon marble. Where would she go?