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  <title>Alexia Maccon</title>
  <subtitle>Alexia Maccon</subtitle>
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    <name>Alexia Maccon</name>
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  <updated>2012-04-09T21:25:29Z</updated>
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    <title>[RL with James Norrington - Backdated to Last Week]</title>
    <published>2012-04-09T21:25:29Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-09T21:25:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Alexia had no doubt in her mind that James would arrive for tea that afternoon, despite his protests and excuses. It was obvious he was troubled by the event that had transpired during the latest virus, and despite her love for interesting gossip, her intentions were of a pure nature. She simply wished to see James happy, though she anticipated there would be much work before anything like that were to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hour of invitation was drawing near, Alexia settled herself down in the parlor while Floote prepared the tea.]&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=carriesparasol&amp;ditemid=1648" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-30:1327923:1325</id>
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    <title>[Log with James Norrington]</title>
    <published>2012-01-15T02:24:00Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-15T02:24:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Alexia was spending the evening relaxing in her study and reading one of the many books held within. Deep below the Wolsey manner she knew that her husband and every other wolf in the pack was shackled, suffering the ill affects of the full moon. Night hours had become like the day to her, living with the pack, but even if they hadn't, she wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep knowing what was happening just below her feet. Being that it was rather late, Alexia was dressed rather plainly as she sat in the study, her legs propped up by a second chair. Now in her fifth month of pregnancy her stomach certainly had a bump-like quality and her ankles had taken to swelling quite often. Propping them up was her best source of comfort. Obviously, she was not expecting and visitors at this late hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=carriesparasol&amp;ditemid=1325" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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