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<blockquote data-quote="kuroshidaku" data-source="post: 910037" data-attributes="member: 11730">Cavendish Laboratory, room 13.114Cambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, in the morningTy shakes himself out of his startled pause. His hand shook as he reached for the Book. His fingers carressed the wrapping, yearning to tear it open, yearning to stare at every letter it contained. With a suppreme effort of will, Ty's gaze went back to the waiting proffessor.&quot;Thank you, proffessor. I was wondering where this got to.&quot;His fingernail was already starting to rip into the package.&quot;Yes, please give the man my most sincere thanks.&quot;He did not wonder where the book had come from. He was too consumed by its power. The wrapping slipped off, revealing a plain brown leather covered book, bound with copper wire down the right side. Ty couldn't resrain himself. He opened the book, shifted his glasses and began to fantacly read, not knowing or caring if the proffessor was still there.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="kuroshidaku, post: 910037, member: 11730"] [I]Cavendish Laboratory, room 13.114 Cambridge, England October 2002, in the morning [/I] Ty shakes himself out of his startled pause. His hand shook as he reached for the Book. His fingers carressed the wrapping, yearning to tear it open, yearning to stare at every letter it contained. With a suppreme effort of will, Ty's gaze went back to the waiting proffessor. "Thank you, proffessor. I was wondering where this got to." His fingernail was already starting to rip into the package. "Yes, please give the man my most sincere thanks." He did not wonder where the book had come from. He was too consumed by its power. The wrapping slipped off, revealing a plain brown leather covered book, bound with copper wire down the right side. Ty couldn't resrain himself. He opened the book, shifted his glasses and began to fantacly read, not knowing or caring if the proffessor was still there. [/QUOTE]

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