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Memorandum, Part 2 "Good God, Lady Carter! And the other governers!"Memorandum, Part 2
A man was rushing forwards, his eyes wide. Aside from his obvious discomfort, he seemed good natured and refined, with grey hair that normally would have been neatly combed across a still youthful face, except it was now being distinctly ruffled as he ran forwards in his haste to greet his guests. The woman gave him a calculating look for a fraction of a second, before she seemed to shake herself. She shot another bedazzling smile in the direction of the poor man.
"Calm yourself, Master. We sent word of our arrival, did we not?" &nb


Memorandum, Part 1Tap, tap, tap.Memorandum, Part 1
Observe the three pairs of feet making fast progress across the ancient and intricately decorated foyer. All are walking imperiously towards the immense double doors barring the entrance to the main hall. The pair on the right, heavy looking and loud, belong to a man. He is tall and foreboding, stockily built, wearing both a plain yet darkly sinister black suit and a smile that says quite plainly that breaking your arm would be but a mild inconvenience. Clearly, he is somewhat of a louse, and treats all he meets with utmost condescent. On the left, a pair of smart and highly polished shoes tread with an


Vesuvius eruption courseworkCarpe Diem. Seize the day. This is a tale of the day that seized us all.Vesuvius eruption coursework
It was that glorious summers day of August 79. The sun cast its pure and innocent rays over Pompeii; a light breeze lifted our spirits. Nothing in the light hearted voices of the birds suggested anything of the impending doom that was to follow. I was Decorum Propatria, a prominent member of the consul and, I liked to think, a positive influence, although in the events that would follow this could only benefit me in a rather morbid way that I did not care to think about. Being a politician, and sufficiently able at it as well, I lived a particu
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...smothered in honey.
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Why does your horse have a door!?
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Me: And when was the last time I /ate/?!
Seshi: Or went to the bathroom!
Me: And I haven't slept recently!
Seshi: Or drank anything!
Me: And if you think about it, my father beat me up.
Sesh: Yeah!
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...smothered in honey.
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Why does your horse have a door!?
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Me: And when was the last time I /ate/?!
Seshi: Or went to the bathroom!
Me: And I haven't slept recently!
Seshi: Or drank anything!
Me: And if you think about it, my father beat me up.
Sesh: Yeah!
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...smothered in honey.
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Why does your horse have a door!?
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