[color=004b80][center][h1] Grant Holiday [/h1][/center][/color]
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Grant breathed a sigh of relief and took back hit note pad smiling.

[color=004b80]"So does this mean that you trust me now?"[/color]

Grant started to write.

[i]"If I should think of love I'd think of you, your arms uplifted, Tying your hair in plaits above, The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders, The soft curve of your winding head. No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus So have bewitched. I think of this, And all my universe becomes perfection. But were you in my arms, dear love, The happiness would take my breath away, No thought could match that ecstasy, No song encompass it, no other worlds. If I should think of love, I'd think of you."[/i]

Grant closed his note pad and felt much more calm now that he had expressed his thoughts. Grant set his notepad down on the bed then turned to look at Piper.

[color=004b80]"Hey so I have a question. A Compact, something that was mentioned earlier, I believe it was said it had broken. What was meant by that? What was it?"[/color]

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