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    <content type="html">Hearing what Victor's sister does to her got me angry.  Not just regular angry...I wanted to hurt her.  My mind went back to what Dad and Cass've been trying to teach me, and that scares me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like that.  I can't be.</content>
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    <content type="html">Daniel tapped his foot, gnawing on his lip as he waited by the portal.  He wore black paint-splattered jeans and a blue buttondown shirt, untucked.  His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, and he scratched nervously at a freckle on his neck.</content>
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