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Previous - this entry written on 2001-07-02 at 1:44 p.m. - Next In the course of my lives - what I remember of them, anyway - I've been a lot of strange things. Slavegirl. Courtesian. Shamen's... well, wife is a good word, but not the right one. Bard. Bard's illicit love. Bard's licit love. Slavewife. Slave trader. Tavern owner. Merchant. Noblewoman. Farmer's wife. Farmer's daughter. Farmer's mother. I've loved and left and lost. I've been killed repeatedly. I've had enough adventures to fill a book. So what have I actually gotten out of all of this? Nothing useful, not when I keep repeating the same mistakes over and over. *sigh* And which mistake is it that I'm making now? Several, actually... one of 'em is the same one that cost me a beloved slave or three. One of 'em is the mistake that lost my head... several of them ended up getting Sieia-To in trouble. These mistakes: I'm unprepared for Kadin's arrival. Seriously unprepared, and I don't think it will change. The house NEEDS to be cleaned, and I have yet to find the willpower to do so. I'm involved with several men/boys/whatever at once. This is thin ice. Mind, it's better than several WOMEN at once, which was my mistake the last time around, but still. I'm plotting. I'm planning. I'm training a pet for someone else and dammit, this is NOT the first time, not even the first life... and it went badly, before. Desert Boy, my Bard, my Norseman... how many other old faces will I see this lifetime? Which one is the one who will leave me breathless, speechless, and eventually lifeless? Do I care?
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