Konnichi wa, minnasan.  It's Monday, a dull and dreary Monday.
  I hate Mondays.  Long, boring days where nothing happens except that
 you find out your grades on last week's tests.  Like I said, I hate
 Mondays!

   Now on a more cheerful note, I wish to commend Sailor Moon Silver, a
 story which I love dearly, beg Lianne not to stop her Desperations
 series, comment estactiacally on Laurel Anne's new chapter out to SM
 Memories Past and Present, and blushingly thank all of those who wrote
 to me saying that they liked my stories.  I finally have the next 
 part in this out.  Happy, happy happy!  Diamond is going to have to
 lengthened, I believe.  I know that I said that this would be the last
 part, but it did not work out that way.  I have too many ideas to be
 put into two parts now, and I need more time to enhance the plot and
 things like that.  Gomen, minna.  Also last week I reposted Tsukino
 Usagi is Dead, parts I, II, _and_ III.  They got put in with stuff
 before, so I am going to try to repost everything that got messed up.
  Not all this week, though, I need to recheck everything!  Oh, and an
 error on my part, in the last chapter I put Moonlight Knight down,
 it's actually tsukikage no knight, which I 'think' is the same thing
 in Japanese, but I don't know...Ah well...ne?


Diamonds, Roses, and the Heart of the World
Part Two-Eve of Darkness



	Hello.  My name is Moyobishi Hitowa.  Formerly Prince Demondo
 of the Dark Moon Family, now a freelance photographer.  I don't know
 how, but I have received a second chance, a new lease on life, so to
 say.  I am going to change things, so many things.  I will stop the
 Wiseman from manipulating my people, and in due course save both them
 and myself.  I will make sure that the future from which I came will
 never come into existence.  I am going to change everything, from my
 own fate, to that of Serenity.  
	Have no doubt that I love her.  I died in order to save her.  I
 have loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her, calm and beautiful,
 a perfect Queen.  She had welcomed us with that magnificent smile of
 hers, and I knew that I was lost.  Such times those were.  Before we
 turned traitor and attacked Crystal Tokyo.  But with pleasure comes
 pain, I suppose.  Serenity was certainly both for me. 
	And Usagi?  Serenity's past form, the one whom I saved from the
 Wiseman when she was Sailormoon?  I love her as well, I believe.  That
 one is certainly an enigma for me.  How she can act one moment like
 the Neo-Queen and the next like the Rabbit is beyond me.  But she
 pulls it off, and manages to look utterly charming either way.  
	My first encounter with Usagi 'as' Usagi was much different
 then my first with Serenity.  Much less dignified.  She had actually
 run into me sobbing and I held her as she cried it out.  Later she
 told me of her troubles, most of them centered around a single man,
 Chiba Mamoru.  What she suffered at his hands draws me into a rage,
 and it is only the fact that he is a mere human that stops me from
 destroying him.  Besides, Usa-chan wouldn't like it if I did.
	On the other side of the equation is Pluto.  Sailorpluto, that
 is, a member of the pretty soldiers that make up the Senshi, and one
 sworn to kill me.  I've already died once, and I would prefer not to
 do so again anytime soon, although she does not share my wishes.  No,
 indeed.  If anything, she would turn me over to the Outer Senshi,
 namely Neptune and Uranus, and have them deal with me.  I would not
 much like that either.  Uranus and I have already met, and I took care
 not to cross her path again.  Besides, there is no way that they would
 accept me.  If the legends are true, they tried to kill Sailorsaturn
 shortly after she became Senshi because the girl's power was too
 great. Another story goes that they fought against other allies in the
 Great Sailor War, and almost killed Sailormoon, herself because they
 did not believe that she was indeed their Princess.  That's alright. 
 She's _my_ Princess, anyway.
	What can I say?  I tend to obsess over things.  It's a fault of
 mine, unfortunately.  However both Serenity _and_ Usagi are wonderful
 cases to study.  One young, free, innocent, and the other regal, and
 calm, at times anyway.  They both a conundrum for
 me, so different, yet they share the same soul.  But I digress.
	Needless to say, Pluto could be a large difficulty in my
 changing of the Future.  For the Guardian of Time, she is intencly set
 in her ways.  But then, she is the only surviving member of the Silver
 Millennium that was not reincarnated, and still has her memories
 intact.  So I take care around her as well.  One of the first things
 that I learned when I studied the Senshi was never to make Sailorpluto
 angry.  But I think that it's too late for that.
	She needn't worry over Usa.  I would never hurt her.  Force is
 not the answer.  I have learned that well.  Too well.  Usa is safe in
 my hands.  Despite what she might think.  
	After my meeting with Sailorpluto I wandered about Old Tokyo
 for a bit.  The thing most important to me then was learning what
 _time_ I was in, and right after that was geography.  The date meant
 nothing to me, what I needed to know was why Usa hadn't recognized me.
  After all, the only difference between Hitowa and Demondo is that one
 of the has a black crescent moon on his forehead and the other does
 not.  Though I am beginning to wonder about that as well.  I was
 slightly curious, though, an whither or not my powers still worked.  I
 could do the atypical blast of dark force, when need be, though my own
 specialities were on a different plane all together.  I was versed in
 the arts of mind control.  Hypnosis.  A telepath, if you will, with a
 decidedly aggressive nature.  The problem however, was that I was
 unsure of my abilities since my, ah, recovery.  I mused about it as I
 walked towards the center of town.  
	I saw a lot that first day, and learned a great deal as well. 
 I have always had a gift with learning places and names, and I put
 these to good use on Old Tokyo.  I was curious about Chiba, but
 decided to leave it for the moment and head back to the hotel.  The
 sun was beginning to set over the skyline creating a dazzling display
 of oranges and reds.  I watched the Moon as it rose, and smiled.  Apon
 arriving at the hotel I promptly fell asleep.  Dying tends to make one
 a bit tired.    
	The next morning all thoughts of Serenity and the Future flew
 out of my head as I released one, all important fact.  I was hungry. 
 _Very_ hungry, and immediately left to find a suitable restaurant.  
 Unfortunately the only one open at the ungodly hour was a fruit cafe,
 crown, something or other.  And it was there that I met my true
 nemesis.  
	It was a seat-yourself place, and I choose a booth near the
 large window.  It seemed nice enough, though I didn't have a lot of
 experience with Tokyo restaurants, in this time, or the Future.  A
 young man with dark blond hair came over and handed me a menu.  I
 ordered tea, and sat back to look at the other customers.  There were
 not a lot of them, it being too early.  The only one's were a red
 haired girl, hair done up in elaborite braids, a harried looking
  women in a business suit, and a dark haired young man facing
 away from me.  The waiter went to speak with the last of them.  
	"Mamoru-kun, dousitou?  You look horrible."  _Mamoru?_  The
 dark hair man sighed, and spun in his chair to face the other.  His
 eyes were a deep blue, much the same as Usa-chan's, and his face was
 pale, as though he had not gotten a lot of sleep lately.
	"Yeah."
	The other smiled broadly.  "Girl troubles?"
	Mamoru started at that.  "Nani?"
	"You have girl troubles!  So tell me, who is it?"  Mamoru
 flushed slightly.
	"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Motoki.  Am I that
 obvious?"
	Motoki leaned on the counter.  "No, not really.  But you have
 the same look on your face that I did when Reika left for Africa." 
 Chiba looked away.  
	"Maybe.  Look, I have to get going or I'll be late for work. 
 Ja ne."  He left without another word.  I sat in my chair, sipping my
 tea when it was brought out to me and eating some rolls that were
 brought out as well.  I was fairly certain that this was the selfsame
 Chiba that Usa had been crying over in the park.  And if so, then he
 would have hell to pay.  He looked familier besides, though I didn't 
 have enough to make a solid guess.  Still, I was certain that I had 
 seen his visage elsewhere, and I was not nessicarily in Old Toyko when
 I had.
	I finished my tea and walked out, checking my watch as I went.
  It was a little after eight and the streets were almost as empty as
 before.  Chiba was no where to be seen.  It was a pretty day, nary a
 cloud in the sky.  A perfect time to be alive.  But then again, at
 that particular time I would have said the same thing be it ice cold
 and sleeting.  I began to walk towards the area where I had first met
 Usa.  She had something about coming from Chiba's apartment, hadn't
 she?  And if so, then that was where he lived.  I set out at a fast
 pace, determined to catch up with him and verify if he was or was not
 Usa's ex.  
	"Oh no!  I am soooo late!!!" I spun around only to see a blond
 mass flash past me.  "Hi Hitowa-san!  Bye Hitowa-san!"  I smiled at
 Usagi, and followed.  She was wearing an inlogated version of her
 Senshi fuka, red, blue, and white and her hair was done up in it's
 classic 'odango' pattern.  She too was heading for the residential
 area, apparently on her way to school.  She turned a corner and I lost
 sight of her.  It was amazing, really, how different she was then the
 woman that I had met nearly a thousand years in the future.  
	I reached the same corner and rounded it in time to see Usagi
 call out to the boy whom I had seen in the cafe.  He turned looked at
 her before walking away.  I stopped, watching them.  I couldn't hear
 what they were saying, but could get the gist of it by the way that
 they were acting.  Usa ran up to Chiba, latching onto his arm.  He
 responded by pushing her away and walking on.  Usa ran up again to
 walk beside him, and he said something.  Her whole being seemed to
 change as her gaze shifted from him to the ground.  She whispered
 something, to which he yelled so loudly that I could hear him from
 where I was standing.  "I don't love you, so just _leave me alone_!!!
  It's over!"
	At that point I didn't really care about secrets or what should
 be happening.  I started towards the pair, but Usagi ran off.  I could
 see the tears sparkling on her cheeks as she did so.  I paused.  I
 wanted nothing more then to go and chew Chiba out, but Usa needed me.
  I couldn't stand to see her in pain.  Heart put over vengeance, so I
 turned and followed her.
	I tailed Usagi through the streets, noting as she darted into
 an alley.  As I neared it, I could hear the low sounds of sobs that
 she was desperately trying to keep quiet.  I peeked about the corner,
 and saw her, arms crossed over her uplift knees, head turned away from
 me, shoulders shaking.  Her school fuka was wrinkled, and her hair was
 deshevled, but she still looked beautiful to me.  I knelt beside her,
 taking her into my arms, like the first time we met, on the docks.  
	"Go 'way!" she murmured, but she did not try to pull back.  If
 anything, she leaned even farther into me, her arms wrapping around me
 as she cried.  I stroked her hair, all the while thinking about the
 things that I would do to Chiba when I found him again.  Let's see,
 blast him a few times?  Well, that might not work out so well.  I
 wasn't really certain about my powers.  I knew not whither I even
 still had any.  Usagi showed no sign of stopping.  Her tears were
 coming harder now, and she clung to me.  I thought briefly on what she
 had told me in the cafe, on what she had been through recently.  Was
 it possible, then, that she had held it in for so long?  I stared down
 at her shaking head with new amazement.  Serenity was anything if
 certainly strong.
	By the time the saline ceased to flow, I could tell that she
 was late.  My watch said 9:34, and I knew it to be slightly slow.  I
 studied Usagi's face.  Her eyes were closed, though reddened and puffy
 from her jag, and her face was pale.  She leaned against me, and I
 supported her entirely.  A few moments later, she opened her eyes to
 stare up at me, a deep pink going over her cheeks, somehow assenting
 the ivory of her skin.  It seemed to almost match the color of her
 fuka's maroon bow.  She lowered her gaze after a minute.
	"Gomen." her voice was the driest of whispers, hoarse from
 tears.  
	I smiled at her.  "You know, we really must stop meeting like
 this."  She blushed even harder then, pulling back slightly. "Gomen."
 she whispered again.
	"Why?"  she looked, not at me, but at the ground. 
	 "I keep annoying you."
	"You don't annoy me, Usachan.  I like being around you."  I
 reached out to her, grabbing her hand.  Her eyes swept up towards me.
  I love those eyes.   They seem so warm, and vulnerable.  
	"But Mamoru says that I'm weak, and a whiner, and that no guy,
 'specially not him could ever want me." She seemed almost ready to
 start crying again.  I cut her off with a shake of my head.  "Usa, I
 don't care what Mamoru says.  I care about you." 'Only you.'  "I care
 about you."
	She smiled wistfully.  "Really?  I mean, I've never had any one
 who I liked as much as Mamo-cha-, ah, Mamoru-san.  I love him!  We've
 had some problems but, he's never, _ever_ lied to me.  So if he says
 that, then it-"
	"Usa," I said, squeezing her hand lightly, "He was wrong.  No
 one could be luckier then to know you."  It sounded sappy, but at that
 moment I didn't care.  I could practicly see the haze. 
	"Could you tell that to Rei-chan?"  I wondered briefly on who
 this 'Rei' was before posing the question.  "Rei?" Usagi said, looking
 at my face.  "She's a friend.  We fight a lot."  I nodded.  Mars then.
  Even in the Future, comments on their arguments are reported with a
 passion.  "She lives at the Shrine.  My friends and I go there a lot."
	"Who are they?" I asked.  I knew that she was late, but the
 longer I could be with her the happier I was.  She was, intoxicating.
  Like a potent drug that one must have every few hours.  Beautiful,
 charming, and absolutely adorable, I could stare at her for hours.
	"My friends?  Well, let me see, there's Ami, she's real smart,
 and Mako-chan's the best cook in the whooooole world, and then there's
 Minako, who's my idol, and Naru," The list went on and on.  I tuned
 her words out after a moment, and just watched her face.  "Hitowa-san?
  Are you listening?"  
	I snapped back to attention then, to be greeted with a pair of
 stormy blue eyes.  "You weren't!  You were ignoring me!"
	I struggled to think of a good excuse, and failed.  "Gomen,
 Usa-chan."  She frowned and turned away, pulling her hand from mine at
 the same time.  Kama-sama she was cute when she was angry.  But then,
 she was cute at anytime, to me.  Noticing, however, the trembling of
 her chin, I decided that something other then an apology would be
 nessicary.  Springing from my somewhat cramp, certainly damp position,
 I encircled her with my arms.  "Can you ever forgive me?"
	I could feel her blush even if I couldn't see it.  
	"Please?" I added in my most pitiful voice.  It did the  trick.
   "Oh, all right." Usagi squirmed around in my arms to get comfortable
 again.  It felt wonderful.  Our surroundings mattered little right
 then.  Dark alley or sunny park, I could hold her anywhere.
	Usagi smiled lightly, blinking her eyes, and rubbing her free
 hand over her face.  As she did, her eyes lit apon her watch. 
 "Kamisama!!!!  It's _9:45_?!?  I'm dead!"  She got up hurriedly,
 grabbing her bunny backpack and dusting off her dirty skirt.  "What am
 I gonna do?" Usagi scrunched her face up and began to wail, nothing
 like the serious crying that I had seen minutes before.  If anything,
 this was the exact opposite.  I drew back, somewhat surprised. 
 Serenity had _never_ acted like this before.  Of course, as I had to
 keep reminding myself, this wasn't Serenity that I was dealing with. 
 This was Tsukino Usagi, the fifteen year old junior high student who
 had stolen my heart.  I pondered that thought for a moment, before
 renouncing it as indescribably corny.  	
	I stood, and walked the few steps to where Usagi was standing.
  Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently spun her around to face
 me.  "Usagi listen to me."  She stopped wailing to look at me
 curiously.  I'll never know how she can erase all marks of her tears
 so easily.  With the new batch, the signs of the old had gone.  "I'll
 get you there as fast as I can, okay?"
	She blinked.  "You really don't have to.  It's not very far." 
 She looked out onto the street.  "I could get there in less then
 fifteen minutes, if I ran,"
	Grinning, I shook my head.  "I can get you there in five, if
 you give me directions."
	"You'd do that for me?" The look she gave me was incredible. 
 The innocence behind her clear blue eyes was amazing.  She honestly
 didn't think that I could care for her.  Myself, or anyone.  I made up
 my mind to change that opinion as fast as I could.  Chiba's work, I
 mused to myself.  His leaving her must have shattered her
 self-confidence.  
	"Of course I would." I told her, enjoying how those few, simple
 words changed her visage so much.  'I love you,' was my tacit thought,
 though I doubted that she knew it.  I smiled at her.  I hadn't smiled,
 or for that matter, felt so happy for so long in ages.  It was amazing
 what this small slip of a girl could do for me.  She shook me out of
 my thoughts with her whispered "Arigatou".  
	"Which way?" I remember asking her, and listening to her
 melodious voice as she gave the directions.  I surprised her by
 literally sweeping her off of her feet, and running full speed in the
 direction that she gave me.  I held her close, almost able to hear her
 heart beat against mine as I held her slight frame.  Kamasama, how I
 love her!  
	I dropped her off at her school.  She seemed to be a great deal
 happier then when I had found her in the alley this morning.  her face
 was almost glowing with pent-up energy, and I could then understand
 why one like she would have a difficult time in school.   What some
 might call hyperactive, I just said was a, ah, little over enthused. 
 Just before she ran in I grabbed her hand again.  "Usagi?"
	She smiled at me.  "Hai, Hitowa-san?"
	"In case you ever need to reach me," I pulled out one of the
 business cards I had found in my pocket and handed it to her.  "I'll
 be here, okay?"
	"Arigatou, Hitowa-san."  She hugged me once, before rushing
 into the grey building.  I smiled to myself, jumping the closed fence
 again.  it was midmorning, and I didn't really know where I was
 supposed to be or go to.  I had found out about my job, so to say,
 from the journal, which I was continuing to read.  It was supposed to
 be a hobby, of sorts, that I would do in my free time.  However, as I
 hadn't found a camera, I wondered if it was really all that important
 to me, or Hitowa, I should say.  
	I turned my steps, heading for the library.  I could do a bit
 of research there, and then go to lunch.  I thought about my dilemma a
 bit as I walked.  I was not entirely Demondo, I was sure.  Demondo had
 been much cooler, and slower to action.  I did not know Hitowa, what
 he had been like, acted like.  But I figured that most, if not all of
 my attitude adjustments had come from him.  I wondered, too, if I had
 merged with a prior form.  Reincarnation is fairly common, but I had
 never heard of something like this before.  
	I mused on it as I followed the path that I had discovered the
 day before to Tokyo Public.  It was a tall grey building that looked
 somehow foreboding.  At any rate, that was my assessment of it as I
 mounted the stone steps to the front door.  I was welcomed with a
 blast of cold air, which I welcomed gratefully.  I'm always preferred
 cold to hot weather.  I wonder why.
	Upon asking a handy Liberian I found my way to an odd looking
 machine, with a two foot by two foot screen, much like a computer.  I
 was handed several reels of microfilm apon explaining my predicament.
  Or, part of it, at any rate.  I told the woman hovering at my side
 that I wished to research odd occurances in Tokyo.  The librarian
 appraised my gaingen appearance before giving me a wry smile. She
 removed a great many small boxes from a shelf near by and handed them
 to me.  I got the impression that the question had been asked a great
 deal.  Most of the articles were, to no surprise on the Sailor Senshi.
  To my amazement, I discovered that the library held no records of our
 attack!  Well, to a very small degree.  The last article, dated two
 days ago, held a story on the Senshi putting down a cosmetic shop takeover. 
 That had been our _first_ attack.  The first offensive.  I was before 
Sailormoon and I had met.  I was before Esmerade and Saffron, before
 the betrayal of the Weird Sisters.  Before Rubius' death.
	I was before it all.  And very, very happy.  No wonder Serenity
 had not known me.  She couldn't have.  We had never met before, to her
 knowledge.  Unfortunately, I soon realized, was that she was going
 through the attacks that would eventually lead to her going to the
 Future, and our inherent meeting.  That I did not want.  I wanted to
 protect Usagi.  Protect her from myself.
	I had no qualms with taking Sailormoon, either time, though I
 admit, the second time around, I had little opportunity to feel
 remorse.  Though, I did, I think.  It had gotten a little fuzzy then.
  Cradling my brother's dead body had showed me that I was not willing
 to sacrifice everything to get what I desired.  I can remember, that
 night, wishing that I had never heard of the Wiseman, or the Dark Moon
 Family, or the crusade which I found myself apon.  In a very dear way,
 I even wished that I had not met Serenity, though I had seen with my
 own eyes tears that she had spilt over Saffron.  I had seen too, the
 tears that she had spilt over me.  
	But then was not the time for sedamentalies.  I shook my head,
 clearing it of it's morbid thoughts and turned back to the task at
 hand.  I flipped back to the beginning, and skimmed an article on the
 elusive actions of Sailor V in Britain, and to a much smaller extent,
 in Tokyo.  I thought back, able to picture in my mind the long blonde
 hair that she had held, the large, almost ridiculously so, mask that
 covered most of her face and shadowed her eyes, and the strange sailor
 fuka that she had worn.  I had not seen her as Demondo, so I was a 
trifle surprised that I could picture her as well as I did.  Perhaps a
 memory of Hitowa's floating up?  I decided then to get my lives in
 order the next time I found a little peace.  
	The first few articles were on Sailor V, and the varying 'idol'
 chases that she put down.  I either skimmed or skipped those.  They
 held interest for me, to be sure.  Even in Crystal Tokyo stories still
 flew about the first Senshi, codename Sailor V, and Sailor Venus still
 went undercover under that pseudonym.  The fifth story was on a
 disappearance of buses from a nearby shrine, the sixth about the odd
 occurances at an amusement park outside Tokyo.  The one that really
 interested me, however, was one where a supremely large illusion of a
 blonde man appeared in the sky, demanding that Sailormoon, Mars, and
 Mercury meet with him at Tokyo International.  For a final deul to
 determine the fate of Tokyo, no less.  That was all it really had to
 say.  The guards woke up later, all of them complaining of a headache,
 and the runway a mess, and no other sign of life there.  
	I scanned through some more of them, reading as famous Tokyo
 writers argued back and forth about whether or not the Senshi existed,
 and if they did, who they where.  I got the impression that there was
 a great deal more to it then this, and commented thus to the librarian
 on hand.  She shrugged, and went back to her work.  I frowned then
 applied the same idea myself.  There wasn't really a lot to go on.  A
 big break through was a journalist who managed to catch images of what
 appeared to be a fight betwixt the Senshi.  She managed to get good
 shots, though controversy  had followed her everywhere since.  Beyond
 that were reports of weird sunspot activity, and the article which I
 had read earlier, the one in my newspaper back at the hotel. 
 Something about aliens?  I wasn't too sure.  Then a three month pause,
 and the Dark Moon attack, though the human's had yet to puzzle
 anything put of that particular enigma.
	I went through the stack of boxes twice over, checking and
 rechecking to make sure that I had everything.  There was no mention
of other Senshi.  I really was before the Awakening of the Outers, or
 else they were  just ignoring me on their search for the three pure
 hearts that held talismans.  I had always found that ironic.  That
 they would search for so long, only to find the holders to be
 themselves!
	Sighing, I pushed back my chair, glancing at my watch as I did
 so.  It was twenty past two.  I had worked a lot longer then expected.
  I found myself to be hungry then, so I left the chilly library and
 went to go in search of a good restaurant.  However, to my chagrin, I
 realized that I had only brought two hundred yen with me, having
 emptied my pockets last night before bed.  I set my steps towards the
 Crown Parlor, where I had eaten earlier.  I wasn't quite certain if
 the name was right, but it didn't matter then.  What mattered was
 getting food.  And the few odango that I had eaten at breakfast simply
 weren't holding up.  Besides, Chiba might be there as well.




Authors Notes
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


	GOMEN!!!!  I meant to have this out _much_ earlier, and I even
 wrote, (started) another chapter two to this, but it well, ah, let's
 just say that it was somewhat less then satisfactory, ne?  So after
 countless tried, and failed, brainstorming efforts, I came up with
 this.  Not too good, but hey.  
Also, I don't really know how this is going to work out.  I meant to
 have it be done really soon, but now it just is seeming like it will
 take awhile.  I have jangles of ideas for this, but that means that it
 will need to be a lengthy fic, and I don't have enough ideas for that.
  So, please, anyone, email me with stuff.  Please?
I wanted this to be longer, but as I needed it for this week, I cut it
 off.  I have no idea where this is going to go, or what it will
 entail, but please be patient, folks, I'm trying.
Also, the next chapter most like won't be out till June, as I have finals,
and a week long vacation the week before them.  Not good, not good!
Oh well.  I am also unsure on how this story will go from here.  I 
don't have a plan written up, bad Dremdancer, I know, but I am doing
the best I can.  Patience, please?
One last thing.  Faerie Queen is being temp put on hold.  I have
 learned the hard way that I can not do more then one story at once. 
 It don't work.  So I'm going to finish this one first because I have
 received more email for Diamond then for the others.  Well, TUiD got
 me a bit of response too....James, thank you again.  It's always great
 to hear from you and Jewels, your comments and questions, and
 discussions about certain SM universe couples are always welcome.  
I must flee, as it is late and there is school tomorrow.  But to prove
 to you that I have been trying to work on this lots, that Monday that
I was talking about wasn't last Monday.  It was the one before! 

Ja ne, minna!
Dremdancer
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