From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Mon Sep 15 2003 - 14:08:00 BST
Lenora resists the overwhealming urge to say 'right on my brother' and
settles for nodding her head in agreement. They were a troupe, a unit. And as such
should stand together as brothers and sisters at arms. She sighed to herself.
What she wanted her whole life, the friendship, the camraderie, had landed her
in prison. What a hoot! But damned if she would question it. She believed in
the potential for good greater than the potential for other.
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