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Post by cloud on Apr 12, 2008 15:19:50 GMT -5
A young man was wlaking down the village streets of his home when he recieved a phonecall. He never really answered so he kept walking and looked around for a while. Cloud finally checked his voice mail and saw Tifa's number. Cloud sighed. She was probably worried about him. He listened but he stopped as heard his friends voice. 'Cloud it's me. I'm at Icicle Inn. Sephiroth's here.' Cloud nealry dropped the phone and listened to the voicemail several times before accepting the fact that it wasn't a joke. Her voice had too much urgency in it. Cloud ran to his bike Fenrir and jumped on it and accelerated towards Icicle Inn. He hoped that he could make it in time.
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