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FEB 9 "Dad." "Yes Jade." "Why is Uncle Vincent so sad?" "Well ..." Cloud started, "because he lost someone very dear to him long time ago; and this time of the year is the worst for him." "But I never saw him smile." "He believes, for him that is, that there is nothing in this world to smile about." "I want to do something for him." FEB 10 Vincent was in his room and he heard footsteps, but ignored them. Then they stopped right outside his door, something was slipped underneath, the footsteps started up again and soon disappeared. He walked to the door and picked up the envelope. Vincent picked it up, opened the envelope and pulled o

'The Little Boys Room' Three figures lay slumped against the wall, faces pale and drawn. They were unconscious – knocked over the head with clubs. Usually it wouldn't have affected them had the weapon not been wood, but as a matter of fact it had been oak. Pretty damn hard – especially when it came crashing down at the speed of a bullet. Nevertheless, one was starting to wake up. His eyebrow twitched, arcing beautifully over his lidded left eye. Had his eyes not been closed, they would have been emerald green… the colour of the sea. "Mm?" he put a hand up to his head slowly and then opened one eye. He was no stranger to darkness; his vision