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  <title>when I woke up tonight;</title>
  <subtitle>I said, "I'm going to make somebody love me,..."</subtitle>
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    <name>Yukari</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-03T07:43:22Z</updated>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2009-03-02T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T07:43:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T07:43:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to hand it to Mother, she knows how to change a diaper efficiently. I was sad to see her leave in that respect. She wasn't terribly kind to Vincent though; I'm sure he was throwing confetti at her departure when I wasn't looking. &lt;small&gt;I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; warn him she was a worse and unattractive version of me before we were married.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting used to this whole no-sleeping thing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:21755</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2009-02-14T17:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-15T02:03:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-15T02:03:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...The one day we let our guards down, my water breaks. We should have known. *laughs* Five hours of labor wasn't what I call a good time, but screaming bloody murder and kicking was helpful until they gave me drugs. &lt;strike&gt;I don't think they've worn off yet.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, Luciano is... perfect. Just... perfect. I just, I don't know any other word to describe him. *laughs* Ever since I saw Vincent holding him, I've been in awe.  He hasn't cried much either, but he does seem to enjoy staring at us and making us cry. Seven pounds and 3 ounces. I'd take a picture but...well, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; try giving birth to something and moving around afterward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord I'm tired. =__= It's lovely and all to watch Luci sleep, but I need to try and rest until he wakes up again. Worse yet Mother is coming by to see him tomorrow; though I think she is intent on staying and "helping". God help us.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:21326</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2009-02-09T20:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-10T04:08:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-10T04:10:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Neither of us have had a single peaceful night of sleep this past month, I'm beginning to feel rather guilty. =_= Every pain or discomfort I get, I instantly assume I'm having contractions &lt;strike&gt;and not stomach cramps from overeating, oh no&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When I write it out I sound foolish, don't I? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's of no consequence, compared to what's to come. Mother insists on calling every morning to remind me how much of a pain I was as a baby and how she has absolutely &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; doubt mine will be the same. For karma's sake, I'll let her say what she wants.</content>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2009-01-26T12:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T21:03:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T21:11:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Only a few weeks left. *deep breath* I'm feeling a mixture of restlessness, excitement and terror. More so the terror, admittedly. These "what-if" scenarios keep on going through my head and are progressively getting more and more ridiculous. Yet I still worry. =_=; Vincent seems to be the only voice of reason as of late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help that hospital's occupants if they don't drug me properly.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:20703</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-12-27T11:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-27T20:05:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-27T20:05:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're just about ready to leave to the airport soon-- a holiday within a holiday if you will. I still need to pack a few things, drop off the dogs with my chauffeur, and we'll be on our merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most especially excited about the sunbathing. &amp;hearts; Appearing like the undead wasn't quite the look I'm going for this winter. &lt;strike&gt;Although I think Vincent is inevitably pale forever. Poor thing.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now that I think about it, this will probably be our final getaway for quite a while. I hope we cherish it. ._.</content>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-12-22T10:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T19:21:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T20:42:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shopping is all finished, presents are wrapped, the house is...ah, somewhat decorated. I believe we're ready for Christmas. &amp;hearts; Now if I were an unselfish wife, my only wish would be that my husband cheers up and that we have a lovely Christmas day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; wish for that with all my heart, but you can't find a vintage Louis Vuitton bag or tennis bracelet like that just &lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;strike&gt;I wonder if this materialism is genetic.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, only two more months and a couple weeks left, give or take. I don't know how I've been so patient about this... I absolutely &lt;i&gt;refuse&lt;/i&gt; to have any more children. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooc: XD So she'll say 4 kids later.)</content>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-12-09T09:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-09T18:00:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-09T18:00:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After much....er, debate with Rufus this morning, I've come to accept Vincent's given punishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs the break, which anyone can see &lt;small&gt;or smell, really-- I need to get him on a quitting program&lt;/small&gt;. It'll be bliss knowing he doesn't have to leave the bed at the crack of dawn &lt;strike&gt;and we can get our marriage back on track&lt;/strike&gt;. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want eggs. *___* And bacon~. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:19712</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-12-04T14:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T22:39:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T22:39:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finished my holiday shopping for the most part. And now I feel... like I've been run over. Repeatedly. Ugh. &lt;small&gt;I never get colds... how insulting.&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agon, I'll have to make a rain check on that chocolate. I don't feel like doing much but curling into bed. Keep yourself out of trouble until then, mm? &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P-H]&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* No word from him since Monday night. I underestimated this entire situation... but I can't wave the white flag and let him win this. I can't feed his immaturity anymore, although I suppose I have some growing up to do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just... want him to come home.&lt;br /&gt;[/]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:19462</id>
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    <title>[Not Viewable to Agon or Vincent]</title>
    <published>2008-12-01T03:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-01T09:21:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...If he'd think about something else other than his self-pity and so-called suffering, I wouldn't be nearly as upset. Hateful Italian jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make cupcakes. Lots of them, because at least &lt;i&gt;comestibles&lt;/i&gt; don't judge my friends, or ruin things I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I'm well aware food is inanimate, so can it. It's a point I'm trying to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooc: Mel my love, Yukari's crashing at Nuri's place for the night. &amp;hearts; Lemme know if that's a problem.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:19366</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-11-23T15:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T23:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T23:43:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Agon's ill, and I can't leave him here all alone in good conscience. Maybe if his roommate returns I can go back to check on the dogs, but... until then I better keep watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's being rather stubborn and wants to go work-- hell if I'll let &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; happen. He'll kill himself just trying to get there, and more than likely he'll get everyone in the building sick if he made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I sound like I'm his mother. =_=#&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:19136</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-11-21T00:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-21T08:35:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-21T08:39:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">God, it's &lt;b&gt;cold&lt;/b&gt;. I can't sleep like this. Either the heater is malfunctioning or there's an arctic storm outside. I need to dig up gloves before my fingers freeze off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuu-chan, I haven't seen you for... ... (*counting on fingers*) ... ... months. ;A; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to break my poor heart? Honestly, how &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; you sleep at night?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:18755</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-11-17T20:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-18T04:44:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-18T04:44:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate sleeping alone. And worrying about him, because apparently he doesn't have the time to do it himself. Get yourself sick again for all I care. -_-# &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balthier, I'm coming over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...  and bringing a couple dogs with me. Hopefully your cat doesn't mind.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:18396</id>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-11-08T14:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-08T23:00:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T23:00:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything has become a mess ever since yesterday. I fell asleep at Balthier's apartment last night, and came home to a... well, unexpected visitor. That was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vincent isn't talking much. He must be upset with himself, but I don't really know. I'm reluctant to press him about it-- every time something like this happens, we wind up fighting.  That's the last thing any of us are in the mood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Rufus is doing better, I'm utterly worried about him. It's so hard to believe Basch... no. No. I won't even think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose there isn't much I can do but &lt;strike&gt;eat&lt;/strike&gt; wait for someone to talk to me.</content>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-11-03T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-04T07:15:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-04T07:15:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The nursery is half-painted now~. It's strange that a midnight craving turned into a sudden urge to paint... I mean, I've had the gallons and color schemes forever; it's just been difficult to drag myself from the TV &lt;strike&gt;and the fridge&lt;/strike&gt; to actually &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; something productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, channel 53 began to run that old soap opera Balthier and I were in years ago now that he's an international star and people just can't seem to get enough &lt;strike&gt;I'm feeding his ego, I need to stop that&lt;/strike&gt;. We both looked so... adorably naive; it's rather surprising to think how much he's changed since then. Me too, of course-- but it's more amusing to dwell on him and how proud I am. &amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow isn't girly for a boy, is it? Baby blue bores me... hrm. I suppose I could find some wallpaper, but most of them are tacky. I absolutely &lt;i&gt;refuse&lt;/i&gt; to expose my son to poor decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose complex thought shouldn't be done at late hours. ...I'm going to bed. And coveting Vincent. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>y_hayasaka @ 2008-10-28T13:37:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-28T20:55:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-28T20:57:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(ooc: I'm semi-back from hiatus... let's see how it goes. 8D;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother fell ill last week, so I visited her at my brother's insistence. She's doing better now I suppose-- at least well enough to criticize my current lifestyle as usual. (I think she'll pull through.) I decided to return once she started on about not marrying foreigners. *sigh* =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad father wasn't there, and it was good to see Suguru and spoil him a little... but I prefer being home in the city. I missed Vincent and the dogs. And the refrigerator. *____* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The baby just kicked. I guess he's happy to be home too, ne. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>64.</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T16:46:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T16:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aaaah, it's Vincent's birthday~! Personally I can't &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt; for the cake... *__* Dinner sounds good, too, though I suppose I should be thinking about lunch around this time first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... I forgot the amount of noise a puppy makes... but he's happy, so I'm happy.  And Vincent's trying to teach him how to fetch the ball; it's so &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;! *scuttles away to find a camera*</content>
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    <title>63.</title>
    <published>2008-10-09T06:27:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T23:31:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ugh... these damn midnight cravings. I can't sleep, but I don't think the 24-hour market sells clams. Or leeks. &lt;small&gt;Hrm. My feet are swollen, I wouldn't go check anyways. *feels sorry for herself*&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maru is gnawing on Vincent's hand. ... That man could sleep through a nuclear apocalypse. &lt;strike&gt;For the life of me, I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; can't figure out what to get him for his birthday. I need a Christmas miracle to occur a couple months early. ...Does that happen, I wonder?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooc: Eeeh, strike-out not viewable to people who don't know about her predicament.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:y_hayasaka:17034</id>
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    <title>62.</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T18:14:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T18:15:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;[Private, U-H]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt;? Oh God, his birthday's coming up.  Of course he's going to expect birthday sex. *rubs temples* It's been... well... longer than I can remember. I don't even want to &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; about it until I give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And somehow I doubt that he could wait until March. There has to be another way... hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;[Not viewable to Vincent]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... this may come off as a strange request-- but does anyone happen to know where I can find a disease-free hooker? &lt;strike&gt;&amp;gt;___&amp;gt;;;;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for me-- I, err... simply have a noble quest I must fulfill.</content>
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    <title>61.</title>
    <published>2008-09-22T16:09:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T17:06:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just returned from the Doctor's-- it's official. We're having a &lt;b&gt;boy&lt;/b&gt;. I don't quite remember what Vincent decided to call him... Luciano something-something. Heaven forbid we put a Japanese name in there, hmm darling? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that my husband has nearly made me deaf with his cries of joy over the phone, I can &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; start buying baby clothes. ... Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! And Happy Birthday, Eclipse. &amp;hearts; Now you're old like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooc: Had to do this because... YAY 4 MONTHS &amp;hearts; 8D!)</content>
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    <title>60.</title>
    <published>2008-09-09T15:57:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-09T15:57:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">H-how the hell did he hide my heels-- &lt;i&gt;ALL&lt;/i&gt; OF THEM!? *wibble* I can't find the shoes Rae gave me either... flat shoes are stupid, Vincent. I hope you're pleased with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one time I get to go outside... *huff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooc: XDDD She's totally going to be clumsy and stumbling without them on.)</content>
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    <title>59.</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T17:26:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T17:26:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so excited~~ I'm going to have &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; brother! &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts; Congratulations you two~! Do I get to plan the wedding?! *hopeful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mn, almost 3 months now; I'm starting to show a little more. It feels like an eternity already with what we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae gave me the sexiest heels I have ever seen. They'd go so well with that dress he made me... *huff* I want to walk already. &lt;strike&gt;Then again I don't... I like having undying attention from Vincent like this. And keeping him away from work.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think I'm going to have some leftovers from yesterday. &amp;hearts; You're an angel in disguise, Rufus. Really.</content>
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    <title>58.</title>
    <published>2008-09-05T16:49:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T16:57:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm home. &lt;i&gt;Home.&lt;/i&gt; What a pretty ring that has. &amp;hearts; They discharged me this morning, thank kamisama. One more night &lt;strike&gt;alone&lt;/strike&gt; in that hospital and I think I would have gone insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can walk, but barely &lt;strike&gt;;_; they took my heels from me...&lt;/strike&gt;. The pain gets so unbearable when I'm sitting upright for too long, or even worse when I'm standing. My sensei said it would take at least a couple more weeks or so to heal completely... so it seems as if I've worked myself into an early retirement... *sigh* I only had one month left, I suppose it's no big loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have Vincent here, who is strangely not going to work today... *blink* Hrm. Well, I'm not complaining in the least. &lt;small&gt;He's far better than a pillow.&lt;/small&gt; I can finally &lt;i&gt;sleep&lt;/i&gt; with him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,.. before I forget, thank you everyone who visited me. &amp;hearts; I really do appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I hope Rae's alright...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>57. [nvpb]</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T17:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T17:58:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Eclipse is never going to forgive me for this. Be self-assured &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; won't ever forgive myself for it either. I should have gotten him away before it all happened...&amp;nbsp; I can't sleep at night just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Vincent is alright &lt;strike&gt;but his beautiful face... ;A;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; I should squash those stupid cops for doing that to him.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a lovely stress relief, to say the least.</content>
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    <title>56. [not viewable to Kanda]</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T16:58:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T16:58:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even particularly know that there &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; anything I can do, but stay close by and be there for the rare moments when he actually talks. &lt;strike&gt;He's already rather annoyed with that.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus... please tell me there's something you can do to somehow stop him from leaving. There &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to be.  I... don't want him to go.</content>
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    <title>55.</title>
    <published>2008-08-17T22:58:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-17T22:59:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I came home to a suddenly messy house and the same dirty dishes that I asked Vincent to do before I even left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balthier, they're already selling posters for your movie in America~. &amp;hearts; I got one just so I could tell the cashier &lt;strike&gt;in broken English&lt;/strike&gt; I knew you. Hee hee.</content>
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