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  <title>[RL; Abel, Asta&apos;s mansion]</title>
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  <description>Asta rubbed her forehead; the last thing she wanted was to have Abel visit when she obviously wasn&apos;t feeling well, but she knew he was a bit on the run recently--and that he could only visit when he had time.  Being practical, she knew she had to take advantage of the time she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being impractical, she hated people to see her weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to ignore the throbbing, Asta rose to her feet and headed towards the main entrance. &lt;i&gt;He&apos;ll be here soon.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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