Hey guys, I'm gonna tell you right off that back -- this chapter sucks. I 
had to rewrite it after losing it MULTIPLE times, so I apologize, and I 
promise, it WILL get better. Just get to Volume 2 -- that's my baby, and 
I am MIGHTY proud of it. Anywho, off you go! 

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Love Through Time ~ A Serena and Darien Saga  
Volume I, Chapter I (re-write)  
 
By Sailor Europa  
 
 
 
 
"Mommy!"  
 
Was what I was greeted with, in a high pitched fashion, as soon as I  
walked in the door, by my darling adolescent daughter, blonde  
pigtails bobbing happily behind her. I laughed, pulling my body down  
to the floor so she could wrap those delicious little arms around me.  
 
"Did you have fun, honey?" I asked, brushing the locks of golden  
hair from her eyes as she nodded and batted, annoyed, at my hand.  
 
"Yes. Sarah's good at hide and seek!" She giggled. As if on cue, a  
ragged housemaid straggled through the back door, hair askew and 
blue  
striped uniform spotted with mud. She gave me an embarrassed smile  
and hung her head, humiliated.  
 
"I'm sorry Miss, Selene got away from me this time...." She  
apologized slightly, her eyes down. I smiled and shook my head.  
 
"Understandable. She isn't the easiest rascal to keep up with, is  
she?" I asked mischievously, gripping my daughters flushed face in my  
hand, and winking, the question more directed at her than the older  
woman. She smiled gratefully, and then pulled Selene in the direction  
of the door again.  
 
"Mr. Williams returned while you were away, Miss." Sarah said,  
almost an afterthought, turning her neck to face me, before my  
daughter yanked her out the door. My stomach turned and my lips  
curled distastefully at the thought. I wondered what he had forgotten  
this time. I surveyed the room around me, my eyes watching for any  
displacement, but catching none. One of Harlan's signature lies.  
 
"He knew I'd be with Patrice today...." I mumbled questioningly to  
the air, racking my mind for any recollection from that morning.  
"What excuse could he possibly have for checking up on me again?" I  
sighed, resigning to my ignorance on the subject. Sometimes, even 
my  
own husband confused me. And the fact that that idea wasn't 
upsetting  
only made me wonder more.  
 
He had used his masculinity early on to overpower me. The marriage  
was a farce, a charade that I was forced into. I didn't know how to  
object when my mother introduced me to this man so many years ago. 
He  
was attractive, indeed handsome, smart, somewhat mannered. More  
importantly to my family, he was rich. Wallowing in old money, more  
so than my parents could have ever desired for me. We hadn't been  
poor, to any extent, but the need to see me properly provided for and  
taken care of was too much of burden. And the luxury of respect never  
came into consideration when choosing my mate. Harlan was qualified  
in every way to be my future husband, and thus the matter was 
closed.  
And now, five years into this hell, I was surviving. Although I'll  
admit just barely. I had given him a child, almost immediately after  
accepting his name and he hadn't touched me since. However, I can't  
say that the thought was pleasing even to me. I had a child now, and  
loved her more than anything else in this world. She is the only good  
thing to come from this union.  
 
And so now, after so long a time, I settled into somewhat of a  
routine. Not very comfortable, albeit, but one nonetheless. I had  
grown accustomed to avoiding those awkward silences, the piercing,  
unhappy glares, the long dinners on those rare occassions that we  
were alone. Selene was my fallback, my vice. If she wasn't around, it  
was almost impossible to tolerate my husband. He so obviously was 
not  
fond of me, and I had trouble even being in his presence alone.  
 
All in all, it was not a happy marriage.  
 
*****  
 
I was jolted awake by a sudden surge of adrenaline and I blushed,  
humiliated that I had even let myself fall alseep in the middle of  
the day. I looked around slowly, taking in all that was around me,  
realizing by the book in my lap that I had been reading as I awaited  
lunch with my daughter, and had fallen peacefully asleep in a large,  
plush chair in our parlor.  
 
I glanced at the clock to my far right, and shook my weary head. I  
had slept right through the meal, and no one had even bothered to  
wake me at all. My feet outstretched from their postion beneath me  
and planted on the floor as I hoisted myself up from the seat. I  
decided that I should try to find Selene and apologize for abandoning  
her that afternoon, and immediately trotted out the back door in  
search of my little blonde child or her exhausted nannie, Sarah.  
 
I found it rather odd that as I walked down the few steps leading to  
the garden, I heard not a peep from either person. It was unusual of  
such a quiet day to be occuring in our home. A five year old was  
rarely silent, and it was quite obvious that Selene was as normal as  
the next toddler. And even though this struck me as strange, it  
didn't seem to ignite my motherly instinct, if such a thing was  
indeed true. I wandered about the yard for a few moments, confused 
as  
to where the duo might have gone to. Lunch was long over I mused to  
myself, trying to uncover any new kind of idea as to where they could  
be hiding.  
 
After moments of turning nothing up in the garden, my mind began to  
mount with worry. It started small, and I began to grasp at  
uncertainties, small notions that I subconciously I knew were not  
true, things like wondering if perhaps I had missed them inside the  
house, or maybe they had gone for a walk by themselves when I 
hadn't  
awoken. These feelings increased and the frantic paranoia took over.  
I ripped around our home, checking every crevice, large enough ones  
to house both bodies, and ones that no human could possibly squeeze  
into. The desperation was beginning to set in.  
 
It was about then that I bolted out the back door towards the garden  
once more upon a small sound that could have come from that general  
direction. My steps slowed, I didn't want to overlook them when I  
ran, and I found myself looking back onto our large, two story home,  
eyes upturned to the roof in a last effort to search for them.  
The next moments seemed painfully slow and helpless to me. I heard 
a  
snap from above, and low wail that grew to a high pitched squeal. In  
order came a thick branch from the oak behind me, tumbling to my  
feet, and seconds after came a tangle of blonde hair and limp limbs,  
frighteningly silent once the dull thump rang from the ground on  
which she fell. I stared in horror for what felt like years and  
eternities, too scared to even make a move, breath or even think. If  
I were to dwell on it for even a moment, it would become all too real  
and honest and I wouldn't be able to deny it anymore.  
 
But once the tears threatened to surface and my vision blurred, I  
had to blink them back and the reality set in as my eyeline broke. I  
felt as if I were made of lead and I couldn't move nearly as fast as  
my heart was telling me was necessary. My hands shook violently, and  
I was fearful I would drop her once I was able to get a grip. I bent  
down weakly and hoisted her gently but firmly in my arms, not 
knowing  
how or where to continue. I couldn't think straight and I almost  
sobbed at how helpless I had become in the previous minutes.  
 
I eventually found my way to the gate that lead to the front yard,  
and awkwardly, and still so unsure, I carried my flacid daughter  
noiselessly to the desolate street. The tears came unceasingly now,  
and I couldn't help but wonder what in Gods name was happening. 
What  
dream was I living in, that I could feel so apart from the situation,  
despite the weighty and heavy girl I held in my own arms. Nothing  
seemed to be true, nothing felt as if it existed. It was surreal and  
horrifying all at the same time, like the nightmare you awake from  
that you can not possibly begin to understand, but you can't stop  
trying nonetheless. I wanted to escape, but was trapped, and so I  
sobbed instead.  
 
"Hello?" My voice was hoarse, and barely above a whisper. When I  
found my expected reply of more silence, I retrieved my will and  
bellowed again. "HELLO?!" The tone cracked and I shook my head  
angrily. "Please! Please, I need help!" I realized then that a  
sentence was too much for my mind and emotions to handle. I 
shortened  
it. "HELP!"  
 
I fumbled about the dirty Stratford street, my feet waiting to give  
out and just collapse, but I plugged on, desperate to seek the help  
of someone, anyone. I hated everything at that moment, hated it all  
for making me become so helpless, so submissive and unquestioning. I  
had never been down these roads or avenues before, and couldn't 
cease  
the confused and scared emotions coursing through me. I didn't know  
where to go, who to find. I was completely and utterly lost, in every  
possible sense of the word.  
 
I shifted my weight to my hip as I numbly moved Selene in my grasp.  
I bellowed again, my voice growing thin, not knowing any other action  
to take. I had never in my life felt so alone, and if I had been in  
the right mind to think, I fear I might have fainted. But as it  
stood, my brained whirled in every direction, refusing to remain  
stationary. I wished I could have done something more, but I was  
dumbstruck.  
 
I could hardly believe my ears when the sound of carriage wheels  
crunching on gravel and rocks rang through my fears like angels  
singing from the heavens. My body swiveled impossibly towards the  
sound and I watched in ecstacy as a open carriage ambled towards 
me,  
a lone driver directing it. I broke out into a trot, yelling as much  
as I could to the man, silently hoping my prayers had been answered  
in the presence of this man.  
 
"Sir! Sir, please, I need help!" With a free arm I waved  
psychotically until he caught site of my figure and pulled the reins  
to a halt. He nodded automatically and took the bundle in my arms  
mercifully away from me in quiet understanding.  
 
"Climb in and hold on." He motioned towards the seat next to him as  
he cradled my daughter in his large arms. I nodded mutely, my body  
shaking from fear and relief as the situation was taken partly from  
my hands. I put faith and trust in this stranger, and didn't question  
my motives as the buggy started with a jolt and the crack of a whip.  
 
"Are you all right?" The voice muddled through my hazy thoughts and  
I gave him a confused expression and a small blink of  
uncomprehension. "Are you all right?" He repeated. I nodded slightly,  
not really sure whether it was true or not, but feeling as if I need  
some type of reply. He nodded sharply once and turned his attention  
back to the road. I succumbed to my obliviousness and let the colors  
around me blur until they were all indistinguishable masses of color,  
passing me on all sides.  
 
I don't remember much else.  
 
*****  
 
The next thought I had become aware of was a firm, strong arm  
enveloping my waist, escorting me once more to the steady earth 
below  
the carriage. My feet began to walk, slowly at first, trying hard to  
stay in pace with the larger male now already through the door of the  
clinic in front of me. My speed increased every few meters and I  
regained most caution and the worry returned. The feeling, however  
unsettling, was welcome as I felt once more in control of myself.  
 
I entered the building a few seconds afterwards, the mysterious man  
awaiting my arrival at another door, this time without my daughter in  
his embrace. I understood immediately and took a seat at a chair on  
the far right. A woman in a simple cotton dress entered a moment  
later, tea cup and warm towel in hand. I thanked her with a simple  
nod as I accepted the items, only to lay them down on the table next  
to me.  
 
I fidgeted incessantly, my eyes boring unseeingly into the wall  
fifty feet in front of me. I was mildly aware of the man still  
standing in the doorway that lead to the examination room, but my  
mind wasn't ready to approach him at that time. I was still  
concentrating all my energy and prayers on willing my daughter back  
to health.  
 
"Mrs. Williams?" I was up like a shot at the sound of my name, my  
eyes rivited on the man who had just entered. He gave me a 
reassuring  
grin and a slight nod as he made his way over to me. I felt my  
shoulders sag, and unbeknownst to me, all the tension seemed to 
leave  
my body. "She's going to be fine." I nodded, now fully comprehending  
my surroundings. I blocked out everything else that filtered from his  
lips. To me, knowing that she was still in existence was enough.  
 
"She's resting, but as soon as her strength is back, I'll release her  
to your capable care." I nodded once more.  
 
"Thank you." The words came out in a rushed breathe of relief, and I  
sank gratefully into my seat once more. I rung my tired face in my  
hands and sighed, thanking God each time I inhaled.  
 
"Ms. Williams?" My neck snapped to attention and I stared, confused,  
at the taller gentleman standing in front of me. With a shake of my  
head and a slight laugh, I smiled. "I'm Darien Jacobson." He gave a  
small motion towards the door the doctor had just exited from. "I'm  
happy to hear your daughter will be all right." I nodded, still  
smiling blissfully.  
 
"Thank you so much Mr. Jacobson. For everything." I trailed off, and  
punctuated the thought with a sigh. "It was really very generous of  
you to help us out so suddenly."  
 
"Not at all." He said, shaking his head fervently. "I would expect  
nothing less from a human being. I'm just glad it all worked out, and  
that no serious damage was done." He chuckled. "Besides a small 
heart  
attack on your part." I smiled, my whole body weary still.  
 
"I wish I could repay you right off hand...." I said, searching  
behind me for anything I might have inadvertantly brought with me 
but  
ultimately coming up empty. I gave a reluctant sigh.  
 
"There is absolutely no need, Ms. Williams. I could never take any  
money for this." He gave me a broad grin, his handsome face lighting  
up at the action. For the first time, I noticed the man who had  
become my daughters saviour, my mind now fully ready for a new  
distraction from the dismounting stress.  
 
Under a somewhat askew head of hair, midnight black, I was 
welcomed  
by a pair of deep blue eyes, still soft and unassuming, even after  
the harrowing ordeal we had witnessed. Over 6 feet tall, shoulders  
broad and muscular, I could tell right away that under the work  
clothes, now a bit dirty from the buggy ride, was a trim, well built  
body. I felt a slight blush creep up, the memory of just how close I  
had been to that body as he helped me from the carriage, seeping  
unwillingly into my conciousness. He, thankfully, didn't seem to  
notice.  
 
"I insist of showing my gratitude, though." My voice was firm and I  
let my gaze harden stubbornly on his own. "Come to dinner tomorrow  
night. I know Selene would absolutely love it, and my husband no  
doubt will thank to offer his thanks as well." I smiled genuinely  
then. "I won't take no for an answer."  
 
His eyes glowed with a gentle intensity as his face illuminated with  
another handsome smile. A throaty chuckle erupted and once more my  
cheeks grew hot as the gaze drew on longer and longer.  
 
"Well then, I don't think I can refuse. I'll be there, Ms.  
Williams." I let a satisfied smile slide onto my lips and my eyes  
twinkled.  
 
"Tomorrow night then."  
 
*****  
 
"She's asleep finally." I fell back on the loveseat in the parlor of  
our home later that evening, my husband standing no more than 
twenty  
feet in front of me. I leaned my head against the back and sighed.  
 
"I don't understand how you could have let this happen Serena." Came  
the muffled voice of Harlan and I bristled, my heart pounding in my  
ears. I could not prepare myself for one of his infamous tirades, and  
I was afraid that I would no doubt recieve all the blame for the  
matter. I did feel uncontrollably to blame, but to hear someone else  
speak it was almost unbearable.  
 
"I apologize, Harlan, but with all due respect..." I started  
timidly, but was almost immediately cut off.  
 
"No "buts" Serena. I leave my daughter in your care while I am at  
work, and I expect that as a mother, you will keep her safe from  
harm." He shook his head, his false disappoinment dripping from every  
movemnt. "Is that too much to ask?" The tears welled up inside me 
and  
I felt my bottom lip quiver. The guilt and shame felt incredibly  
binding, and I wanted nothing more than to just explode right then  
and there.  
 
"I am sorry." I couldn't muster much else in reply. I was, for once,  
at a loss.  
 
"You had just better be thankful that Selene is safe..." I nodded  
in reply.  
 
"If it hadn't been for Mr. Jacobson....." I trailed off. Harlan's  
body tightened, and I sucked in another breath, waiting for the next  
tantrum to begin.  
 
"If you had been more responsible, this would not have happened." He  
bit out evenly. My whole body stiffened and I knew if I were smart, I  
would leave it at that. I didn't know how he would react to my news  
of Mr. Jacobson joining us for supper, but things could only become  
more severe if I waited too long. I inhaled sharply and decided to  
take my chances.  
 
"Harlan, that reminds me." I cleared my throat as he stared at me  
with expectant eyes. "I was very indebted to him this afternoon, as  
you can imagine, and I hadn't any way to really thank him for all he  
did." He blinked, and I accepted his silence as a good sign and  
contined. "And so I invited him for dinner tomorrow night."  
 
"You did what?" Each word was tempered, and I watched as his eyes  
grew larger and larger with each syllable, the veins beginning to  
bulge on the side of his head. I shudder, amazed at the turn the  
conversation seemed to be taking, without any warning. Each mood he  
shifted to was more bizarre and inexplainable than the next, and I  
swallowed hard, not knowing what exactly how to react, but I was sure  
that no matter which way I chose, it would inevitably be the wrong  
one. "You invited a complete stranger into our home?"  
 
"Harlan, I had no money, and I could not let the man go without  
thanking him for all his help." I said in defense, standing up  
straight in an effort.  
 
"I can not believe you did not consult with me before you invited  
someone you have known for no longer than an hour into my home! 
Have  
you no intelligence Serena? What if this man is a criminal? What if  
something should happen during this dinner? Did you even consider  
such things?" The air whistled as he inhaled loudly through his nose  
and stared at me, shaking his head, shallow eyes boring into me. "My  
God Serena, how can you be so unthinking?" I shrunk back  
automatically, having experienced this one too many times before.  
 
"He saved your daughters life! Please Harlan, try to be a little  
more understanding." I closed my eyes and snapped my mouth shut 
the  
second the words left my mouth. I knew the look he must have been  
shooting at me, and I knew what was to come.  
 
"I WILL not reward a man for doing his own civic duty, what would  
only be expected of any daft idiot who would stumble upon such a  
situation." His expression fell a bit and his eyes narrowed. "And  
further more, Serena, I will not have such blatant disrespect in my  
own home, by my own wife." He stood up suddenly and exhaled 
sharply.  
 
"By your insolence, and yours alone, we have entered into this  
situation. And I reluctantly agree that because of your idiocy, we  
can not back out of this engagement." He leaned in towards me, and I  
held his gaze until my will and confidence gave out and I look away  
cowardly. "However, so that we are clear on this for future  
reference...I will not tolerate this behavior from you again."  
He left without another word. I stared helplessly into the wall  
before me as I sank slowly to the chair beneath me. Relieved and  
terrified, I once again let the tears fall.  
 
*****  
 
"I can't thank you enough for such a lovely evening." I gave a warm  
smile to Darien, hoping to make up for the poor treatment from my  
husbands end of the conversation. I didn't know whether to be  
embarrassed or thankful that he hadn't said three words during the  
whole meal. I had hoped, obviously in vain, that he might make an  
attempt to be gracious. All I had gotten from him were icy glares and  
few "hmph's" in reply to any question darted at him. The fact that  
Mr. Jacobson hadn't noticed, or had pretended not to, provided little  
comfort. Selene and I had been the only source of constant chatter in  
the whole duration.  
 
"It was the least we could do, after all you did the other day. I  
wish we could have done more." I said sadly, and I blushed as Harlan  
grunted angrily from the other side of the table. Mr. Jacobson didn't  
give it a second thought.  
 
"Not at all. I'm glad I could give some assistence, if only a  
little." He grinned back at me, and I let my shoulders relax. I felt  
very easy around him, and the deep, soulful way he looked at me 
made  
my nerves calm. I felt very confident and at home, something I hadn't  
experienced since I was an adolescent, long before I had stumbled  
into this marriage.  
 
"It was an unfortunate accident, and it was lucky you were there." I  
stated matter-of-factly. Harlan snorted, and for once, we both cast  
glances towards the glaring blonde, my expression a bit more  
tentative than his.  
 
"Perhaps if you had been a bit less careless, Serena, the  
"unfortunate accident" might never have occured." He kept his eyes on  
his plate as he carefully folded his napkin, in a false attempt at  
ambivolence. I blushed furiously, and stared down into my lap,  
humiliated once more. What had I been thinking? Did I really expect  
Harlan to be a gentleman for once? Especially when forced him into  
this in the first place?  
 
"Mr. Williams, I believe your wife, was doing the best she could.  
When I found her, she was extremely shaken and disturbed. It would  
have obvious to even the most lame idiots how worried she was." The  
darker man shot back evenly, not waiting for Harlan to even address  
him. My jaw dropped and the crimson on my cheeks deepened. "It 
was,  
as you both said, an accident."  
 
"I believe I am a bit more aquainted with my family than you are, Mr  
Jacobson. And Serena has been careless since the day Selene was 
born.  
Perhaps if I had been home-"  
 
"If you had been home, nothing would have happened any differently,  
and I would put money on that. Serena has done what any caring 
mother  
would and could do." Darien cut Harlan off mid-sentence, and I felt  
my head go light. No one ever dared cross Harlan. He was a pistol,  
and had a temper that could blow even the strongest willed men clear  
across the room. I watched in horror as Darien and Harlan locked  
gazes, neither man budging an inch.  
 
"A cat is a better mother than she is." Once more the tears wanted  
to show themselves, but I was too engrossed in the conversation to  
give them any heed. The idea that a man I hardly knew would defend 
my  
honor enthralled me and I couldn't fight the bliss that began to well  
inside me. Never in my life had I witnessed such selflessness, and on  
my behalf. It was impossible, despite being right in front of my  
eyes.  
 
"She is a wonderful mother, and I think that if you were to spend  
more time with your family, where you should be, and less time  
wrapped in your own trivial affairs, you might not be so blind to  
such things. I am a virtual stranger and I know her-"  
 
"Exactly! You are a stranger, and yet you pretend to know all about  
me and my family!" It was Harlan's turn to interject and he stood up,  
boring down on the taller, stronger man at the other end.  
 
"I don't need to know you personally. I know your type, Mr.  
Williams -- disrespectful, cold, selfish, abusive and suffocating. You  
are the worst kind of human being to become a father." Darien bit  
out, rising also from his seat. My head shot from side to side,  
watching the fight ensue and I couldn't think of any possible way to  
stop it without getting myself into an even larger mess. So I sat  
silently, amazed.  
 
"The fact that a single, uneducated man, 20 years my junior, would  
give me parenting advice is laughable! I should give you-"  
 
"Daddy?"  
 
Three heads whirled in the direction of the stairs, where a  
sleepy-eyed Selene stood, yawning and stretching, oblivious to  
argument occurring right before her eyes. I swallowed anxiously as  
Harlan immediately took up the responsibilty of retrieving her,  
ending the discussion with that.  
 
"You should leave...." I said, tapping Mr. Jacobson, still standing  
near the table, his gaze set in deep thought. He look down at me and  
the hardness melted from his face like butter. He nodded and gathered  
up his coat and followed me towards the door.  
 
*****  
 
"I really must apologize for the behavior of my husband." I stared  
hard down at the concrete steps, once I had shut the door behind me,  
and the both of us were in the privacy of the open Stratford air. "He  
isn't normally so rude to guests." He nodded slightly.  
 
"I accept, but I somehow get the feeling that Mr. Harlan Williams  
isn't the welcoming type." I kept my mouth shut. "It was a wonderful  
dinner, nonetheless though." He chuckled slightly. "Up until the last  
10 minutes, of course." He caught my eyes and gave me that beautiful  
grin of his, and the anxiety ran free from my veins. I gave a slight  
blush.  
 
"Well, I felt it was necessary. I don't know what I would have done  
without your help yesterday. I really do owe you a lot more than  
dinner. However, I'm afraid...." I gave a small, inaudible shudder as  
my eyes darted towards the house. He nodded in understanding.  
 
"Of course. It was really nice to see you again, Ms. Williams." His  
smile replaced an almost fleeting look of an unintelligible emotion.  
Regret? Disappointment, perhaps?  
 
"And you as well, Mr. Jacobson." I replied warmly, the blush still  
present.  
 
"I rather enjoyed your company. It was very refreshing being able to  
have a real conversation with someone." I just returned the statement  
with a broad grin, and he held my content gaze for a while, my pulse  
picking up as the seconds ticked on. It was obscene, and I must have  
looked ridiculous, but I didn't want to look away, despite the  
uneasiness growing around me.  
 
But within a moment, it was gone, and he had retreated to the step  
below me. He turned back and once more he graced me with that  
beautiful, heart stopping smile.  
 
"Take good care of yourself, Ms. Williams." His voice was low, a  
slight tinge of reluctance filtering through the night breeze. And  
before I could react, he took my hand in his, raising it slowly to  
his mouth. I held my breath in shock and disbelief, my mind stopping  
everything else in my body in those few seconds, his lips tenderly  
pressed against my flesh. I inhaled. It was over before I had to  
change to even consider doing anything, and I blinked in order to  
clear the image from my eyes, but I couldn't shake it from my brain.  
 
His eyes gazed out at me from wispy strands of hair, and I felt my  
hand freeze in place as he held it in his own, and I almost imagined  
I could feel his very life's blood coursing through his veins. "For  
the life of me, I will never understand how a man like Harlan ever  
got a woman like you." He gave me that honest, broad smile once 
more,  
as if he really had no idea what he had done to me.  
 
"Good night."  
 
I watched him retreat without another look back. No words formed in  
my mouth, but my hand was still poised in the position he left it. My  
eyes were wide and my throat was dry, and the only thought that I  
could even begin to muster up was how desperately I wanted to see 
him  
again.  
 
 
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OK, a few things that MUST be said - This is a re-re-write. I've written 
it like, 4 times by now. And I REALLY am displeased with it. But I 
refuse to do it again. *L* Sue me, I'm lazy. Anywho, this isn't the 
greatest thing I've ever done, but I LOVE Volume 2 - I put my heart 
and soul into it, and I think it shows. Anyway, AN's are long and at the 
top. Read those for the low-down.  

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