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EastonionNW 
Nate tore open the bottle with his bare hands, fueled by emotion. "Not really. I see them both in my sleep. Fighting over me. Sometimes almost killing each other. And I can never do anything about it. I just sit and have to watch. I cry out for both of them in my sleep. I've even imagined kissing Pam, then she has turned into Faina in the middle of the kiss!" Nate took a long swig of butterbeer, draining half of the bottle. "I don't know who I call for more, though."
Jordan listened to Nate's problem, he took a sip from his drink enjoying the taste. "Lifes tough!" he smiled, "Though I know how you feel... kinda." it was true as he'd only properly liked one girl before.
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HJPotter "Jordan! Hello, Mate! Did you memories end up being strong enough?" Maxwell said feeling a little nosy. "I got about ten feet up there!" He said with a smile.
Jordan nodded, "Mine wasn't exactly one memory, it was like a big mash-up of things I love. If that makes sense!" he grinned, "That levitated me the highest out of my other memories, but not quite 10 feet!" he smiled, wondering how Maxwell managed to get that high.