A/N: Sorry, I didn't update as quickly as before, I've been sick… -cough-cough-. But I'm obviously better. But I'm alittle pissed. I'm watching the top 40 awesomely bad love songs, and half the songs on the list I love. But anyways, I'll continue this fic…


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Dear Trowa,

In order: I'm planning not to tell you what I'm planning hahahahahhaha, you don't want a pathetic cookie from you hahaha, or two, and we write letters, that will be the communication from now on. Even a cookie from Wufei won't make me happy anymore. I've answered all of your little questions. Now, it's time to collected some old wonderful friends. Two were waging war on each other (back in Ch. 4), one wants to date Heero (again, back in Ch. 4), and many others live in my closet (back in Ch.5.) Prepare for battle. Now for the most awesomenessly awesome battle cry:

Damn the cats! Man the sails! Up, up, and away, here I go,

Duo Maxwell