Ry/Chloe - So long as you do talk

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He had been annoyed when Jocelin had not reacted with the heartbreak over Chloe that he'd expected. He'd thought he'd remembered -three years ago, when Justine had been taken from him and he'd had to remember what it was like to operate as a single person, rather than one part of a couple- he'd thought he'd remembered, but three years had paled his memory some, and his friendship had almost been ruined with Jocelin over a stupid thing. He should have been happy to see that Jocelin didn't go through this pain.

Walking over to Cherry Orchard Lane now, he thought of these things.

Ry/Chloe - So long as you do talk

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He had been annoyed when Jocelin had not reacted with the heartbreak over Chloe that he'd expected. He'd thought he'd remembered -three years ago, when Justine had been taken from him and he'd had to remember what it was like to operate as a single person, rather than one part of a couple- he'd thought he'd remembered, but three years had paled his memory some, and his friendship had almost been ruined with Jocelin over a stupid thing. He should have been happy to see that Jocelin didn't go through this pain.

Walking over to Cherry Orchard Lane now, he thought of these things.

Strength (Camellia)

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The Thames had returned to normal, but London had not. And Camellia knew that it that was unlikely to happen for some time yet. People were afraid. Afraid that their fragile position on the planet was in danger. And thus, they began to crack. Camellia knew that whatever had happened to cause the river to flow red...it wasn't from God. It had to be something else, and silently, she wished Father Anthony Bianco was here to advise her. But he wasn't. She prayed instead.

( The good kind of religion )

Strength (Camellia)

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The Thames had returned to normal, but London had not. And Camellia knew that it that was unlikely to happen for some time yet. People were afraid. Afraid that their fragile position on the planet was in danger. And thus, they began to crack. Camellia knew that whatever had happened to cause the river to flow red...it wasn't from God. It had to be something else, and silently, she wished Father Anthony Bianco was here to advise her. But he wasn't. She prayed instead.

( The good kind of religion )