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This story is quite the game changer for Paladin and I. This is one of my more interesting and worthwhile reads in my own opinion, so please do give it a read, and comment as you feel inspired.
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Monday, September 19th 2016
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Metheus wrote me for the first time on August 4th. Monday, September 19th 2016, we talked for the first time over the phone. (Not too long after I had written Mahks.) Prior to hearing his voice, I had been nervous about hearing it. He writes so oddly. He's going to speak oddly too.
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And then, he sounded so natural that it ( Read more... )

I keep wanting to talk to him, but what to say? How to move forward?
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"Hi Mahks. It's Nuria. I enjoyed our conversation over video chat," I wrote. I switched screens to look at my spreadsheet and did a search on his name, quickly acertaining the date of the call. Wow, that was nearly a month ago already, I thought.
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"...back on August 22nd," I ( Read more... )

Triggers and tones with Paladin . . . Known as "anchors" within neuro-linguistic programing (NLP).
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"Are you sure it is okay to set that in the sink? It is supposed to stay sterile," Paladin said. His bloody tone. He sounded so I-know-more-than-you-do. A sort of frantic edge to his voice, like my actions would deeply hurt him if I didn't hurry up ( Read more... )

Throughout my childhood I heard my mother say things like, "Your father never does the dishes," or "Your father never does the laundry." As I became more cognizant and thought for myself, I observed that sometimes my did do the dishes. Sometimes I would tell my mother so, and she would say, "Well, I wish he wouldn't, he always leaves them dirty." ( Read more... )

He wrote me for the first time on August 4th 2016, opening with, "I have a couple balls in the air, but was reading your profile and got quite excited. It is nothing big for me to be natural or for those around me to be, neud is pretty par for people with me and it is not an accent, merely being. That said, this applies to nearly all aspects of my ( Read more... )

It was Wednesday, September 7th, 2016. One full year ago I had climbed around naked on Hibiscus's grape trellis, naked. I delighted in the hot feeling of sun coating my body as I gathered seedless, concord grapes. I'd never had grapes anything like them prior to meeting Hibiscus.
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Now, a year later, I was sworn off grapes until Friday, as they ( Read more... )

Paladin came in with the laundry, which reminded me of something I'd been thinking about earlier that day.
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"Oh, and new rule today," I said.
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"What?" Hibiscus asked, thinking about his move on the Conquest game board.
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"A new rule today," I repeated.
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"What's that?"
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"No admittance to my room wearing those hideous old underwears of yours," I said.( Read more... )

Sunday, August 28th 2016
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Hibiscus got up early in the morning and began working on plumbing for the attached greenhouse he was building. Like Saturday morning, I didn't see him at all. It felt like it wasn't really the weekend at all.
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Around four o'clock I sat down to write:
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I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I feel so deadpan it's absurd.
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