Post by auguste on Apr 25, 2011 23:06:17 GMT -5
Auguste Maxim Michel
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Got me a movie I want you to know
Slicing up eyeballs I want you to know
Girlie so groovy I want you to know
Don't know about you, but I am un chien andalusia
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AGE/DOB: 16; 29 May 1960
YEAR: 6th
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: Student
AFFILIATION: Neutral
SEXUALITY: Bisexual (obviously, this is not a widely known fact - only close friends)[/SIZE]
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EYE DETAILS: His eyes are a light brown, but otherwise, there is not really much to point out about them.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: Auguste is rather tone and fit, and why shouldn’t he be? Auguste takes measures to maintain his health, often going on runs around the grounds in the early morning and exercising in other ways in the mornings he does not run. For did Plato not say that a fit mind needs a fit body? – and Auguste takes this mantra to heart. Auguste is about one hundred eighty centimeters tall and weighs around eighty kilograms.
FACE: Vaguely, Auguste’s face looks like, well, a face. Two eyes, one nose, one mouth, two cheek bones, no more than three ears. I suppose we could be more specific, saying that his cheeks are not sallow, though neither are they particularly full, his mouth is wide, but not to a comic degree, his eyes sit a bit high on his face, and his nose is slightly larger than average, but well shaped. Is that good enough? Please say yes.
STYLE: Hard to say, isn’t it? Depends on the setting, doesn’t it? Well, it should. Auguste tends to dress for the occasion, if he’s hanging around the common room or outside on a summer day, Auguste will wear a t-shirt and jeans; or if he wants to be a little less informal, he will wear slacks, a button down shirt with something like a purple crushed velvet jacket. But for the most part, however, Auguste prefers to dress with a simple elegance, usually a lightweight, elegantly tailored, grey suite with a blue or white shirt, with the top three buttons undone.
FEELINGS: “I really wish people would stop asking me about my physical features. But hey, I guess as long as they aren’t asking me about my personality like some sort of overly nosey jerkass. Oh… wait.”
PLAYED BY: Zack Merrick[/SIZE]
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LOATHES: Having no time, New things (he's more suspicious than outright disdainful), Animals, English (the language and especially the food), The colour Brown, house elves (they’re creepy), weird wizard food, Objectivism, poor syntax
BOGGART: Seeing a bomb go off – it never becomes normal
DEMENTOR: Auguste cannot really remember his father or when his father left, so that does not really come back to him. What he does remember was running in the fields as an eight year old, he was with a girl, she was a year older than him, when they stumbled upon a ditch, well really, she did. Mary screamed, he ran over to see what was the problem – it was full of soldiers, half rotten, British by the look of them. It was awful. The two never talked about it.
PATRONUS: He has never made one AND (what the memory would be) It was similar to his worst memory. It was four years ago, Mary was running ahead of him in a field, maybe the same one, he can’t remember that well, when she stopped and fell. He panicked, thinking it was like before, but when he found her, she was laying on the ground, laughing at him. He could have killed her. She pulled him down into the grass and kissed him. It was his first kiss. It was wonderful. The two never talked about it.
AMORENTIA: Fresh grass and the morning dew, the salt of the ocean, melted butter, roasting garlic, sizzling sage sausage
VERITASERUM: Auguste really hates that he's a wizard and wishes he was just a muggle; quality being equal, Auguste prefers Italian and German wine to French; there is a big secret he keeps for a friend, but I'm not telling what it is
STRENGTHS: Auguste is fairly intelligent, he rarely gets angry, and he tries to keep himself in shape, if nothing else
WEAKNESSES: Auguste is a terrible wizard and usually in danger of failing his classes, he’s a bit lazy, and can be impetuous, though not usually in a violent way
OVERVIEW: Not much really phases Auguste. Or really, that is to say that most things that normal people stress over, Auguste can easily ignore and treat it like it was nothing at all. He can brush off even the most stressful things like there’s nothing at all going on at all. There are two exceptions to his ability to remain calm, one is whenever someone has the audacity to contradict his opinion, but not just a little bit and not for trivial things, but if someone starts arguing with him about something like Vico or Gibbon’s historiography, he would go all out to win, often resulting in him making an ass of himself, usually to someone who does not really care about what he’s saying or what they themselves are. The other is when his heart is concerned, and though he’s never really been in love before, there are still people he loves and he can get pretty worked up about them and their well-being.
In addition to his care-free spirit, if Auguste has inherited only one other thing from his parents, it is his rather libertine behavior. Now, he is not as selfish as his father, but he does enjoy indulging in his desires, especially so long as they do not cause excessive damage on others who do not deserve it. His desires mostly manifest in his attitude towards alcohol, his sexuality, and his preference for obeying his whims rather than obligations, especially his obligations towards school. It has also produced in him a level of self-confidence that often extends to the point of overconfidence. Auguste really does have a hard time not thinking highly of himself. Sometimes it is really useful for him to have, many more times it results in him coming off a little bit like a jack-ass. He tries to keep it under control, but given that his parents are both extremely arrogant and his mother has, throughout his life, been trying to imbue him with the idea that he’s better than everyone else – so, it’s been hard to overcome.
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FATHER: Aleksey Lazaroff, thirty-five, photographer, a muggle
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Mary, 17, a muggle
WEALTH STATUS: Rich! Hazzah! Yeah, not everyone is, but Auguste’s mother is. More upper middle class and with enough connections around the world to make travel easy.
BIRTHPLACE: Paris, France
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Sligo, Connacht, Ireland
OVERVIEW: Louise Michel was born in 1920 to a wealthy family in Paris, France, Aleksey Lazaroff twenty-one years later in the same city. The former was born to a wealthy, bourgeois, French family, the latter to a family of once wealthy, Polish, Jewish émigrés. Ms. Michel spent her youth in a somewhat standard bourgeois setting, most of the year in the city, attending a girl’s Catholic school, playing inside with the other girls, occasionally being allowed to spend time with boys, though only in rare settings. In the summers the family would summer in the countryside where she would and could play with the rural children, both appreciating their friendship and looking down on their simplicity – it was here she got her first kiss at the age of ten. It would be the last summer that she would go to the country and be allowed to mingle freely, although it was not because of that little incident, which her parents never discovered, but because of the start of war the Depression and the radicalization of the Parisian mob. Louise ended up being sent to a boarding school in the north of France, in Rouen, while Paris raged. The location was not particularly important; what was important is that this increased the level of estrangement between Louise and her parents and it taught her to love the city, not Rouen but the idea of the urban landscape in general, since she was living in that environment all year long, with semi-independence. It was also in Rouen, that Louise would meet her lifelong idol, the writer and philosopher Simon de Beauvoir, who was a teacher of hers at the Lycée Pierre Corneille, a secondary school in the city, and, for a brief period near the end of her stay at the school, her lover. Throughout her life, de Beauvoir would be something of an inspiration for Louise, though the philosophy she engaged with most intimately would be rather different her mentor.
In 1938, Louise graduated from the Lycée Pierre Corneille and returned to a more peaceful Paris, to attend the University of Paris, one of the relatively few women there. This would be a second important moment of her life, as she engaged with issues of gender, politics, and philosophy in the always radical city. She wanted to do it all, but ended up writing about her surroundings more often than anything else. The next year, however, when war erupted, Louise, not by her own decision but on the decision of her parents, moved to King’s College in London, where she would continue her love affair with writing and radical politics. That same year, the Lazaroff family, Jacob and Elizaveta, emigrated from Poland and the threat of Nazism, going almost straight to London, but we will hear more about this family later. Louise graduated before the war ended, and so she remained in London, writing for herself and being rejected from the majority of newspapers except the most radical of the communist and socialist papers around London, often writing on contemporary France and feminist issues.
After the War, Louise returned to France and began writing for the cultural review Les Temps modernes. For the next thirteen years, Louise would write for the review, living mostly out of Paris, but often moving around France and taking long trips outside of the country. During this time she became close to Sartre, de Beauvoir, Camus, and the bevy of intellectuals who wrote for and edited the review. In 1953, at the premier of Waiting for Godot, she met the Irish playwright Samuel Beckett and wrote a both scathing and glowing review of the play, which inaugurated a strained, but friendly relationship between the two that lasts to this day. Also, during this time, Louise Michel would partake of a fairly libertine lifestyle, occasionally drinking heavily and having a myriad of sexual partners of both genders. And it was this lifestyle that would bring her to meet the young Aleksey Lazaroff.
As stated before, the Lazaroff family immigrated to London in 1939, on the eve of the Second World War. The bourgeois, Jewish family left with much of its wealth still in the hands of family in Poland and would be lost with the German and Russian invasion only a few weeks after the family’s emigration. The young couple, however, managed to make due, however, as Jacob enlisted with the Polish Free Forces and Elizaveta worked as a secretary for the Polish government in exile. One year later, Elizaveta would become pregnant with Aleksander, who was born in 1941. Three years later, during Operation Husky in Italy, Jacob Lazaroff die in combat, leaving Elizaveta to raise her son on her own until she remarried in 1950.
Aleksander grew up in London, in the heart of the city. His upbringing was fairly free and he enjoyed the people and atmosphere of the city. He also grew up knowing little of his ethnic or religious heritage, his mother and step-father raising him to fit in line with the “average” English child, the dream of the 1950s, normalcy. As a teenager, however, Aleksander attempted to strike out against it, becoming something of a mod, just as the subculture was developing. His last two years of high school were spent on amphetamines, dancing the night away in clubs, and buying expensive Italian suits with all the money he made from his tedious job as a waiter. There was, however, one other pursuit of his that took up a significant portion of his time, which was photography, which started by taking photos of his friends as they modeled their new clothing and Vespas, but developed into a general hobby and then passion. His friends found it both unusual and deliciously artistic, something of a contradiction, but one that got him slight notoriety in certain circles of the city and during his last year of high school he cut his hours as a waiter and made a decent wage photographing for low grade magazines and other amateur institutions.
When he graduated from secondary school in the spring of 1958, Aleksander decided to travel Europe rather than go to college, but his travel was quickly halted in Paris. It was here that he was introduced to Louise Michel by Pierre Balmain, who had seen and admired some of his photographic work in the low scale, but avant-garde British fashion magazines for which Aleksander had occasionally worked. The meeting was fortuitous, for Louise was about to travel to Cuba to write on the revolution, not for Les Temps modernes, but for her own reasons. Aleksander decided to accompany her and photographed what she wrote on. Both gained a fair amount of notoriety for this, but more importantly, for our story, the two became lovers. A year later, after returning to France by way of Algiers, where they wrote on and photographed the revolution there, Louise became pregnant with the main focus of this text, Auguste Michel. With the news of the pregnancy, Louise and Aleksander attempted to create a stable, monogamous relationship, for the sake of their child.
Auguste Michel was born in Paris, France on the twenty-ninth of May in the year 1960. His father was not there – he was detained when trying to leave Algiers for Marseilles just a week earlier, and so he was still travelling north through France while he was born. Louise was not alone for the birth, however, for many of their friends made visits to the hospital, and one of her closest friends stayed with her most of the day. Aleksander saw Auguste for the first time when he was two days old. There’s not much that can really be said about Auguste’s first years, children don’t have much agency until they’re two or three, and as such it is somewhat hard to describe his life in great detail. We can say that it profoundly affected Louise’s life, cutting down on her travel and hedonism and increasing her attention on her writing and philosophy. Of course, she also had to care for and pay attention to a child, a prospect that, to be perfectly honest, Louise was dreading in the months up until the birth of Auguste, though she found it much more tolerable than she believed it would be. It was not as though she felt fulfilled or joyous caring for the infant, but it there was something that gave her a level of contentment – it must have been nature working it course on her. On the other hand, Aleksander felt as though his life was being taken away from him, and had difficulty adjusting to life with a child. He loved the child, to an extent, but felt more of a love for his old life. That being said, he managed to stay with Louise and Auguste until the boy turned five, but at that point, he ended up moving to Warsaw.
However, we have skipped too much time, let us go back in time a bit. As a child, Auguste thoroughly enjoyed spending time with his parents, but he found it even more fun to run off with children his own age, often leaving his mother somewhere between distressed and irritated, as he would go missing – his father found it somewhat amusing, which only further irritated his mother. When out running about, Auguste would wrestle and fight with the other children, in a playful, not violent way, and life was relatively normal for him in the suburbs and city of Paris (the family would move between houses often) even if it was in France. When at home, the young boy took to reading relatively early and enjoyed listening to his mother and fathers records.
Five years old, though, was a difficult age, what with the departure of his father, the starting of schooling, and the family’s relocation to Ireland. Granted, the first one of those was far more traumatic for the young boy than the latter, but the coincidence of the two resulted in even more of a shock. Let us dwell on the more important of the two first. For the past five years, life between Louise and Aleksander had become unbearable for the both of them, as Louise wanted, at least in part, to give Auguste a more normal domestic life and Aleksander wanted to maintain his half-poor, half-jet setting lifestyle and bring Auguste along, to raise him in some bizarre way, avant-garde way. This most likely developed from Louise’s appreciation for and contentment with her upbringing and early life and Aleksander’s hatred for his life with his mother and step-father in middle class London. In the end, Aleksander could not stand even a bit of domestic life and fled to the East, to his ancestral homeland of Poland, something he had wanted to do for many years, and put his art and skill towards the ends of the socialist republics of Eastern Europe. In one sense, Auguste liked his life more, as he did not have to put up with hearing his mother and father fight almost daily, but for the most part, he missed his carefree and kindly father.
On the other hand, he also had to start school, which would not seem like much of a task for a boy with a long independent streak, but it was different there then running out on the streets of Paris. It involved him sitting in class. At first, it was something he hated, but after a year or two, he came to accept it, calm down a bit, and became a good student. His mother, and her change of disposition, helped him a lot – she started paying more attention to him, fostered his intellect and learning, and became generally more pleasant to be around. The two also became extremely close, as Louise began to take more and more of an interest in his upbringing and development. In a non-intrusive way, that is, she wanted him to be intellectually developed, to his full potential.
The movement to Ireland was also difficult for Auguste, who had a decent, but not perfect knowledge of English. The family moved due to Louise’s interest in the Troubles, which she wrote on extensively, largely in favor of the IRA and other terrorist groups in the south. It was a bit of a culture shock for Auguste at first, but he was aided by his youth, which allowed him to adapt more quickly than an older child would have, and the fact that his parents’ international group of friends (along with their children) gave him some experience with people of different cultures and ethnicities. It also helped that Auguste bore a deep seated resentment towards the English because of his father and that he was Catholic. Overall, he managed and adapted, but it could not have come at a worse moment.
His life went fairly well for the next five years, when he was still in the real world, as opposed to the magical one. He excelled in his classes and began to really get into his groove with school. He was making quick friends with the other students and was generally enjoying life. He also enjoyed when his mother would go on vacations, either working or for pleasure, and would get to spend his time with her friends, either in Ireland or in France, who always seemed to leave such interesting lives, too many and too diverse for me to go into at this point. But at the age of ten, near his eleventh birthday, Auguste and his mother received a letter with green ink and a visit from an odd old man – it sounded very exciting to Auguste as first, but became less exciting as the day of leaving for Scotland drew nearer and he realized that he would have to leave his mother and friends.
It was a bit harder for Auguste to adapt to his surroundings this time, but he managed. What he never managed to do particularly well was learn how to manipulate his magic or deal with the fact that his learning was completely upside down from the liberal arts education he got and would have gotten at muggle schools. He tried to learn on his own, and often times he receives an owl from his mother packed with novels, histories, and philosophy, so that he can learn the way he ought to. This, he very much appreciates and it often drains time away from the learning he ought to be doing for his classes. And we’ll leave off our history here, for while we could describe his times at Hogwarts, we fear that this would interfere too much with the stories of the other students, and so we will let that back story develop naturally, as the tale progresses.
But now, let us go back and touch on a subject that was sorrowfully neglected in the preceding paragraphs, that is the various friendships that Auguste developed through his life in Ireland. Of the many people he knows, four of them should be called particularly important and of them one is the most important person to Auguste’s life. She is Mary O’Kelly, a girl who lived just down the road from the village where Auguste’s mother would eventually settle, which just outside of Sligo. They came to live there when Auguste was seven, which was when he first met the eight year old girl. It was outside of the primary school they were both, along with other children of course, attending. Auguste was a bit odd, he still had a definite accent at the time and his English was still slightly broken, though it was better than two years before when he first came over from France. Auguste was something of an outcast and the young Mary came over to him and tried to speak some French to him because her mother had taught her a few words. Her pronunciation was terrible and what she said only made a little sense, but Auguste did not tell her that, he just lit up that there was someone else he could speak it with. He spouted out a few long sentences in his native tongue, but Mary had only understood a few words of what he said and had to admit that she did not have any idea as to what he actually said. But it was the effort that counted, right, and that’s what mattered to Auguste.
Despite not having much in common at the time, the two became fast friends. Now, Mary was from a rather poor family, as was about half of the school they attended, that gained their bread from the land rather than from any particular trade or activity. Her family was also fairly devout and strongly partisan, as was much of the island at that time. But she liked to hear about life in France, especially the stories about the streets of Paris, while he just liked finding someone who cared about that sort of thing. She also helped him get into trouble, since she knew the landscape better than he did – so she could show him where to go and how to get from place to place. Also, there’s always that bullshit about boys wanting to get into trouble, and while it was true that Auguste did, it was also true that Mary was at least as bad as him. But, the two were nearly inseparable, except for in class where she was a year ahead of him. The two “dated” the way that little children to when they were ten and eleven, but that sort of thing never really lasts long because it is just an imitation of something that a child does not really understand, if anyone indeed does.
The first monumental event of their friendship would have been about a year after they met, when Mary had her parents invite Auguste and his family to dinner. And so, there they were, in a small house (I would call it a cottage but for the fact that cottage sounds too rustic and rural for what the home was), in the dining room, with the poor, rural, pious Irish family of four (Mary had a younger brother, Sean, who was Auguste’s age) hosting the wealthy, libertine, Parisian family of two. Needless to say, it was uncomfortable for all of the adults involved, though Auguste and Mary seemed to enjoy themselves and Sean did not seem to really care one way or the other. It was a symptom of the class and cultural gulf between the two, but Mary and Auguste tried their hardest to ignore it or fight against it, though it would be a lie to say that it was never a problem. The last full winter Auguste lived in Ireland, so when he was ten and she was eleven, Auguste would bring extra food or money to school every day, so that he could give some to Mary, who often had to go with less during the time between the harvests. Mary was thankful, but her pride was also wounded – that winter, a particularly hard one for her family, she would often yell at him and avoid his company, though it was hard. It went the other way too, though that was usually more of an issue of xenophobia towards Auguste than a class issue and often manifested as either a problem with other students, that would someone come up between the two, or Auguste saying something careless or thoughtless.
We also heard about a few experiences of their up above and I will not repeat them here. The trip to Hogwarts was made difficult mostly due to his desire to remain with Mary, and while the time apart did push the two apart, ever summer, winter, and spring break, the two are inseparable, just like before. There’s another detail about their relationship that is important to mention, but we shall respect Mary’s privacy, for there is no way that she would be alright with it being mentioned here.
In addition to Mary, Auguste has two other girl friends, Una Mahone and Bridget Cadigan. The former is more Auguste’s friend, the latter more Mary’s, but after being introduced, the two have really become closer to one another than any of the other circle of five (the person yet to be named would be Francis Duffey, the second boy of the group). Una comes from a wealthy family in Sligo and fancies herself an artist and model, while Bridget is rural and fancies herself… well, she does not really fancy herself anything, but she gets on well with Una, probably because she’s willing to believe that Una’s claims to greatness are true. The forgotten member of the group, then, is Francis who, like Bridget, has no particular dreams or interests beyond alcohol, fun, and music. And luckily, that’s what our merry band of five spend a decent amount of time doing – living like big city libertines. They also share common interests in literature and high culture (even if it’s just the pretense of it) and in leaving quiet Sligo for the excitement of bigger cities – Una and Auguste have their eyes on New York or Paris, while the other three will be content with Dublin or, if unification occurs, Belfast. But odds are, the only one that will permanently leave the town is Auguste. Every time the term comes near its end, Auguste looks forward to going home and meeting these four.[/SIZE]
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AGE: 21
GENDER: Male, but you’ll probably assume I’m a girl
EXPERIENCE: 3 years
SECRET WORD: admin edit
ANYTHING ELSE?: Jade is a foul temptress and forces me to join her sites
RP SAMPLE: Almost as soon as she finished speaking, some blonde, ditsy looking girl came striding into class, just over five minutes late. But it was one thing to be late and quite another to be late, say that it did not matter, tell the teacher not to lecture you on it, and then complain about the course work – if only she could beat her students like they could in medieval universities, this little bratty sounding girl would get more than a couple strikes of the lash. But now people had “rights” and acting like an ass while doing something wrong was not considered wicked enough for corporal punishment, though it really should be. That would set people straight right quick. Anyways, Professor Arovka took a quick glance at the sheet she was holding, the one with pictures and names for all of their students, before saying, “Ms. Shigura, from now on you will be on time, quiet unless you have something relevant to say, and content with the course work that your intellectual better provides for you. Now, would you be so kind to introduce yourself to the class?”
Zeran Heartt went next, the boy who had shown up earliest, but who had acted in a generally peculiar matter. His response was normal and generally what was to be expected, especially the suspicious denial of wanting an easy “A.” It was also to be expected that some student would ask about her comments regarding her support of modern art. To a degree the boy was right; she had taken it too far by saying that it was ignorant to dislike modern art, but she would be damned if she would admit it. “Thank you Mr. Heartt, for going first. Now, as to your question, the easiest answer is that such a statement almost always comes from a place of ignorance rather than knowledge – many people do not realize things like Photorealism or Hyperrealism are just as much modern art as something like Abstract Expressionism, Surrealism, or Dada. Also, there is also the belief that art only lies in the painting or drawing, when for the past hundred or so years, art lays as much in the manifesto as the implementation of the theory itself. If, after that, you can come up with an aesthetic or epistemological reason that the theories of all modern art movements are wrong or bad, then you do have a right to criticize modern art. But I doubt that anyone in this class can do that, myself included.”
The next person to talk was another person who ran into the classroom late, this one being… the cousin of the woman who she had slept with two nights and the bouncer who had probably seen her fondling his cousin at a bar. Well, this was somewhat embarrassing, wasn’t it? But she could not let on that this would influence her in any way, at least not for the time being. He offered up an excuse for why he was late, but little more than that. “Thank you for showing up, Mr. Ravencroft, but in the future, please try to be on time. And in the future, know that your excuses do not particularly interest me and are only a further waste of our time. Could you please now introduce yourself by giving your full name, year, major, and why you are taking this class? Also, I would like to speak with you after class.”
Then, as she was speaking, Professor Arovka noticed that the little blonde girl was opening her damn mouth again. “Ms. Shigura please try to keep your comments relevant to class. I don’t think that Mr. Ravencroft and Mr. Heart’s animosity have much bearing on the art world, so please, leave the tedium for after class.”
Then another girl spoke up, Adelaide Rae, the girl seemed somewhat quiet and shy, obviously uncomfortable with having to introduce herself to the class. Professor Arovka felt bad for the girl; there was no reason to be shy and scared in a class, especially one like this. And to a certain degree she wished that she could allow the girl to keep quiet, but she needed to introduce herself to class and when it came time, she would need to participate and talk in class, that was just the way it had to be. “Thank you Ms. Rae, we’ll see what we can do about improving your drawing.”
And then another girl, one that she recognized not from class, but from the art club last year. Hypatia had visited them once or twice to help out with some things, but had gotten to know one or two of the students as acquaintances. She wanted to help the art club out again this coming year, but hopefully she could be more involved, not as a leader, but as someone to guide the students and offer advice when and if they needed it. “And thank you, Ms. Kurosawa, though in the future, can we please refrain from advertising our private endeavors in class? That being said, I would also like to speak with you after class, if you happen to have the time, that is.”
There were still a few students in class who had not spoken or showed up, such as Mr. Ryuga, Mr. Koigokoro, Mr. Derksen, Ms. Lockhart, and Ms. Hamasaki, but Hypatia would give them a chance to introduce themselves before she forced them to, but eventually everyone would go through this slightly tedious practice. It was just a question of whether or not the introduction came freely.[/SIZE]
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