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Post by Jean Jondrette on May 13, 2008 16:41:36 GMT -5
Jean walked down the hall rushing as if being chased. He had to get out of the hustle and bustle of the streets and the offices of Paris. The chapel at the Opera Populaire was the quietest place he could go to. He found the small room in the back area of the Opera and entered it. It was empty, perfect to get thinking done. He kneeled down to pray. It’s been awhile, I know. I never really was a strong believer in You, but now I can’t think for myself. He pulled out the small bottle with white pills and stared at them. These pills…they help stay on top of my life. My wife Colette’s journey closer to death, Marie growing up without her father, and Hana, my dear Hana, left alone in that cursed apartment. I have to do it, to protect her from the eyes of Paris and what it can do to a woman in her position. I know I can only have one wife in my whole life according to Your rules, but what if the first wife wasn’t by choice, but by force? Hopefully Colette dies, oh what am I saying? It’s horrible to wish death on someone. But if she does, it wouldn’t be wrong, it’d be wonderful to marry the one I love! I’ve said too much already, I need to stop depending on a maybe unreal force to listen to me. Jean got up off the floor and started walking out of the Opera Populaire. Tongiht he and Hana were going to the masquerade. He would wear a tuxedo with a mask that had stars and a moon on it. He was passing a window as he saw someone in the crowd. Hana?
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