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Marius' nightmareWhen the hurly-burly was done, as Marius lay feverish in his in-between state, between visions of Cosette's face and pretty gowns, he was visited by dream of being lost in a torrential rainstorm in the bowels of the Île de la Cité. For what seemed like an eternity, the young man wandered the dark, gloomy labyrinth of the winding streets, struggling in vain to reckon how he got there, and how he should make his escape. There were no bridges to be seen; there was no water other than that which fell from the skies; the quays eluded him.Marius' nightmare by ~AxmxZ
Marius squeezed through the deserted alleys, which became narrower and narrower which each passing, until his
On the steps of a wineshopAuthor's Note: This was supposed to have been a 2-minute drabble, but I ended up taking about ten.On the steps of a wineshop by ~AxmxZ
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"This 's my spot."
The old geezer looked up with wide blue eyes. Grantaire swayed emphatically in the breeze. It never hurt to look off-balance when you tried to put across a convincing drunk.
"There's space enough for both of us here," said the old man and shifted to one side of the stair. Oh well, thought Grantaire and plopped down next to him, exhaling a cloud of heavily alcoholic vapor into the frosty air.
For a few minutes they sat quietly watching pinkish gray clouds move across the black skies.
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Pun fully intendedThe apparatus discovered under a tarp during the search consisted of several metallic tubes and levers welded together and looked rather menacing, despite a lack of visible indication of its use.Pun fully intended by ~AxmxZ
"Well, well..." drawled Javert. "What do we have here?"
The two unfortunate Amis wiggled helplessly in his iron grasp.
"Can you explain this contraption to me, my boy?" asked Javert raising his eyebrow slightly at Jehan, who was hanging limp as a rag about a foot off the floor as Javert's fist held firmly onto his collar.
"It's a potato gun," squeaked Jehan, whose face was turning blue from lack of air. "A toy."
"Yeah, Combeferre made it with a
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