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My trunk feels heavier in my hand than I am used to. Perhaps it is nerves or perhaps it is because I am so ill accustomed to carrying my own things. I could wait for Tom, but he is bustling about as always, pompous smile splashed across his face as he speaks with the driver ( Read more... ) -
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{Point of no return}
The grass brushes the hem of my skirt as I walk through the garden. It's slowly coming back from the ravishes of the Winterlands; new growths bright and vibrant against the charred bark of elder trees. It hurts to see the Realms so broken, but I have faith. Like Wendy and her daffodils, the Realms will take the magic and begin ( Read more... ) -
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{Forbidden}
My knees hurt, I realize, the steady throbbing breaking my concentrated stare. I don't dare look down for fear that my sudden apparition will vanish. I can't bear it, not again. This dream will not end until I allow it ( Read more... ) -
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{Denial}
"You like him!" Felicity grins at me, very satisfied with herself -- more than usual, of course ( Read more... ) -
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{I'm here because...}
I can hardly contain my excitement about therapy. Honestly, I feel like I'm going to burst but that may have something to do with stealing nearly all of the bacon and porridge so Cecily and Elizabeth were left with nothing but the dregs, which is something even iron bellied Brigid won't eat ( Read more... ) -
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{ Introduction to on_thecouch}
I've no need for therapy, but after everything that's gone on -- Mother's death, Pippa's death, Father's convalescence, everything -- Mrs Nightwing thinks it would be best if I spoke with someone 'who can help'.
She means someone who won't air Gemma Doyle's dirty laundry about London during my season.
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{Diligence}
I expect I've written the letter a thousand times now while I'm supposed to be sketching the forest below the chapel.
Dear Kartik,
I'm sorry for your sudden vision problems, because why else would you have ignored my call, and I hope that you find ease to them soon.
Fondly, Gemma
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Dear Mr Kartik ( Read more... ) -
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{Lust}
If it is possible to be bored to death, then I'm sure I'm tiptoeing along the precipice. Fee is having one of her rare moments when she's actually listening to Cecily but the chatter of her handmade blue silk organza gown from Paris is enough to make my head wobble and spin ( Read more... )