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  <title>Comments on 'The Beginning Of The Hunt'</title>
  <subtitle>_Okay,_ I thought to myself. _Get a freaking grip, here. You're here to help her, not date her._ I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and told myself I was ready. No more distractions.

One glance at her, and I had to ask just how successfully I could deceive myself.

&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; she said, &amp;quot;where should we begin?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Good question. Let's see...&amp;quot; I started looking at the boxes. I'm guessing these are organized by jump, rather than by date, am I right?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; she said, walking up to my shelf. &amp;quot;I find it helps if I keep all the memories of my current host, and just hold the most important memories of prior lives.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Okay, that makes our work a little easier, since we can pretty much be assured that my life won't hold any secrets of yours.&amp;quot; I looked at the next shelf. &amp;quot;So, let me see...&amp;quot; I pulled down the box marked 'Eastey, Mary'.

&amp;quot;No, wait!&amp;quot; she cried. But not soon enough. I pulled the lid off the box, and was transported back to Salem, September 22, 1692.

The day Mary Eastey was hanged.</subtitle>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Beginning Of The Hunt</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cool! Is this her latest jump before him? Sweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Beginning Of The Hunt</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Just a little history lesson, folks: Yes, Mary Eastey actually was tried and convicted of witchcraft, and hanged, along with many others, on Gallows Hill, September 22, 1692.&lt;br /&gt;Who says fantasy fiction can&amp;#8217;t be educational? :D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-18T12:36:25Z</published>
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      <name>Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus)</name>
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