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[Luke's shuffling slowly down the hallway, one arm pressed against the wall for support as she goes. Her breathing is slightly labored, and her wings are slack against her back. After a few more steps-]

*THUD* [She's fallen to the floor in a dead faint.]

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*holds her hand*

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

Luke....

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

This hasn't happened in a long time... it might just be a fluke.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

And if it isn't?

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...

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

....I see.

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*nods*

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the help.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

If you need help, please, don't hesitate to ask me.

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I won't. I appreciate it.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*nods*

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I think I'll head home...

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

Let me walk you home.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You don't have to.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

Please, let me.

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... well, if you want to.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

I want to.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Okay then, thanks.