Date: 2011-03-20 08:47 pm (UTC)
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"What are you do..." Freddie went quiet when he saw what was on the screen and he heard what they were saying. Singing. Whatever. When he replied again, his voice was more hushed. It was almost reverent. "They are." Now this? This was something that Freddie could respect, even with everything.
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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

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