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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 26, 2010 22:40:16 GMT -5
Natalia bid Elizabeta farewell and was on her way. She wouldn't need to die today but that didn't necessarily mean she was safe and immune to steak knives. No. There was only one person who could claim that.
And that is Russia.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 29, 2010 23:12:16 GMT -5
Hungary gave a small wave as Natalia left, not that she probably would have noticed. Dropping her hand, she sighed and hoped that she wouldn't have to go through anything like that again.
At least she had her frying pan in case anything happened.
Elizabeta pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the time; it was honestly too late now for her to go shopping. She should probably be heading back to her dorms soon. Glancing at the shelf of mangas, she looked back at the time and then at the books once more.
Well, one more volume couldn't hurt.
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