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  <subtitle>Lizza</subtitle>
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    <name>Lizza</name>
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    <title>Storm, Or the Confusion of Ms. Monroe</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T03:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-10T03:01:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To begin we shall recap. Short version.&lt;br /&gt;Family died when their building collapsed on them.&lt;br /&gt;Master Pick Pocket in Cairo.&lt;br /&gt;Lost memory.&lt;br /&gt;Escapade with Gambit ending in self realization and a higher level of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Self doubt involving Gambit and a certain Jubilation Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Made the right choice, good job Windrider!&lt;br /&gt;Fight with Jean Grey. If only the two could get along. Then again, maybe there is a Cyclops out there to balance her out finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ms. Monroe has peaceful, and luckily plutonic, relations with a cartain cajun.&lt;br /&gt;This leaves her open to another confusion proliferation of fascinations.&lt;br /&gt;So Inventions are in, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a guy with a great staff when you think that you see a guy who can build you everything you need,&lt;br /&gt;Like a wall to keep the bad out.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, the Windrider was a pick pocket for a long time. She was raised to steal. So, won't karma screw her over?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, then again, at least she can revel in the beauty of simply longing. Unless by some weird and amazing miracle she has the courage for confrontation. But I wouldn't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;Is it so bad that Storm doesn't want someone to make her better, but someone who can make everything else better. For goodness sakes, she doesn't need a therapist, and that seemed to be what Gambit was attempting to do.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's sit here and comptemplate what it means to watch from afar, decide, or just revel in wanting someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of this chapter. . . . . .</content>
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