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5/27/2016 2:54:25 AM
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She laughs harder. She lightly slaps him on the arm.
"You..."
She pauses.
"Thank you.... For saving me."
English
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A knock on the door, before it suddenly comes open. Eleanor rushed into the room, and she wasn't wearing her helmet, which was very rare. Her face bore the marks of her advanced age, they showed wisdom. She didn't have wrinkles, only her crow's feet. Her blonde hair was still as pristine as ever, with some sporadic whitening hairs, maybe one or two. [i]"Monica!"[/i] She rushes to embrace her beloved niece.
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[i]"Carried her? My my, he's a gentleman, that one."[/i] He smiles shyly. [i]"Well, it good to see that you're safe, Monica. I wish I could stay longer, but duty calls, I'm afraid. Be a good little angel, alright?"[/i] She kisses her on the forehead before leaving.
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"Very true. He can be a little bizarre at times as well..." She says with a laugh. "I hope he's not here... It seems a lot of people are..." As she said that, outside, unknown by them, a man shambled to the entrance. He limped, holding his hand to his chest. He hoped he would be found by a patrol of friendly guards, but if not, he had a weapon in his right hand. His breathing was shallow, and pained.
