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Alas, he fears that he may be waking up, that the exquisite dream has already ended. The precious Princess LadyRae seems to have evaporated from his fingertips, just as the steamy fog was clearing from the Inn. The sweet taste of her lovely lips seems so real, yet it must have been a dream. Oh he wishes that if a dream it was, that he good go back to sleep and recapture it.
Must take the course 'Spelling when smitten by Radiant Princess 101', sheesh!
[This message has been edited by The.Relic (edited 03-18-2001).]
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