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When the above is done/started, I am going to start revising the prologue. Big time. I'm going to try and work her dreams into the plot, as in my mind they are very important metaphors for her own personal and moral transformations.
She was of a good height with long legs and a graceful stance. As she looked out the window, her eyes danced like emeralds--
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"Teddy" Esten snapped, interrupting the young caseworker. "Please stop romanticizing. This is a trial, not a poetry session."
Teddy bobbed his head apolitgeticaly, smilling sheepishly at Yazra.
"Right, sorry. Anyways..."
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