9:34 Drakonis 20th
I hummed as I went to the kitchen to put away the plates and cleaned them. Leandra would hire a few maids every so often to clean the place but, seeing as she did it on her own for many years, she cleaned for the most part. As I washed my dishes I thought back to yesterday when Fenris held my hand.
I might be oblivious but not that oblivious. Fenris was searching for a reaction which is why he was constantly trying to tease me or flirt with me. I had to make sure not to react to his advances. As much as I care for him, I still love my husband. It would shatter him if he knew that I fell in love with someone else.
At this point the guilt was also weighing me down. It was a bitter feeling to feel so happy around Fenris only to have my mind remind me that I love my husband and that this was wrong. It was wrong and I shouldn't feel this way but I do. I had to listen to Aveline's advice though. I accepted these feelings of mine but that didn't mean I had to take that opportunity with him.
It was driving me mad though. I…want that physical love again. I've been holding back for so long but for once I would like to snuggle next to someone in bed and rub my face in their hands or even hold hands! I wanted the ability to walk behind someone and hug them. To rub my face against theirs to…at least kiss…this was getting out of hand. I had the self-control of a saint by this point.
I went upstairs to the library. Hawke had a lot of books and her bookshelf rivaled my own. I found a stack of papers squished in between two textbooks and found that it was Anders' manifesto. As usual. I heard that Hawke made sure to make Sandal look for them whenever Anders found himself in their home. I don't blame him. Hawke would be a valuable ally but you can't force your opinion down others throats. I saw a few recognizable smut books from Isabela herself and some guard books from Aveline.
"I thought I would find you here." Leandra said, coming out of her room.
"Sorry. I know I should be in my room resting but...even I can't stay in one room for too long." I laughed sheepishly.
"I understand. Sit at least." Leandra and I sat in the reading room. "After everything that has happened, I had forgotten to apologize to you. You must know that you should not have gone alone that in itself was a fault on your part." Leandra scolded.
"I know. I'm sorry." I hung my head. Leandra chuckled.
"Well it's in the past now and your recovery is going well. I must admit, this must be a great distraction." Leandra said, going up to the bookshelf and getting something.
"Distraction from what?" I raised my eyebrow.
"From your feelings of course." Leandra stated.
"Eh?" It took me a minute.
"You are in love with that elven boy that comes to read to you." My face flushed. Leandra chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"You keep on forgetting Leandra I'm previously married. My husband…could still be waiting for me?" I said hesitantly.
"You have doubts." I bit my lip and looked down. The guilt slapped me in the face. "Raise your head. It is all right to doubt my dear. You have been away from home for how many years now?"
"Almost seven." I mumbled, raising my head but tried not to look at her in the eye.
"Seven years is a very long time to wait for someone, on both of your ends. For you to have stayed true to your husband…I have to applaud to that. There are many that would have fallen much earlier." Leandra sat down with her book.
"But…I hate feeling this way and at the same time I enjoy it. To actually fall in love again, I never expected it. It wasn't sudden but little by little the feeling came slowly. First I wanted him to be comfortable around me, then I wanted to hear his voice or see him smile. I wanted him to be happy and then I realized how much…it would be nice just to hold his hand." I confessed, my heart starting to race and my face heating up.
"That is love my dear." Leandra chuckled.
"I know that. I recognize that, I love him but…I can't do anything." I sighed and rested my chin in my hand.
"You can't or you won't? One is an excuse the other is a will. Which is yours?" Leandra asked sternly. I looked at my ring that felt more as a burden than a promise. When did I start thinking this way? I wanted to go home. I loved my husband and my kids. I held their memory dear to me and my heart. Yet I wanted my own happiness. All this time I've been working at everyone else's happiness. I made sure to get Carver and Merrill together, shoulder Hawke's burden so she can focus on her family, make Fenris more comfortable around everyone else, help Anders with his clinic and the mages he found. Hell, I even trained Aveline's guards!
Now that I thought about it, when did I last do something for myself? The last time I went out to Lowtown or the Hightown markets just to get something for me and not something for someone else?
But I couldn't be selfish. Not in this, not when it will hurt my husband. I had a choice in front of me. Do I continue with the way I was, controlling my feelings so I could stay true to my husband and go back home with my conscience clear? Or do I take a chance?
There was no sit back and wait on it. These feelings were going to drive me crazy unless I did something.
I didn't want to hurt my husband but for once I wanted to be happy.
"Think on it my dear." Leandra said, kissing me on top of my head. She went down the stairs while I was left with my thoughts. I sighed and rested my head in my arms, thinking.
"You're up. How do you feel?" Carver asked coming by and leaning against the table.
"Yo, I'm fine. I haven't seen you around lately." I sat up.
"I'm too busy following Merrill everywhere to do anything. I swear that woman cannot stay still especially with that mirror. She actually asked me if we can go get that weird item from her keeper to fix it." Carver grunted in frustration and paced.
"Are you going to go?" I asked.
"I will have to but…" Carver fidgeted with his fingers. He kept on peeking glances at me. I already knew.
"You're asking me to go aren't you?" I said with a deadpanned look.
"Once you're well, I-I'm not going to force you to go or anything." He stammered. I sighed and rubbed my face.
"All right, I'll go." I agreed.
"Good, once she completes that mirror, we can get on with making preparations for the baby." Carver sheepishly smiled and his face flushed. Carver was never really attractive to me but there was always a soft spot I had for dad's that loved their kids.
"Daddy carver, won't that be a thing huh?" I laughed.
"I'm surprised it happened. I…forgot to thank you for that." He cleared his throat.
"You don't have to thank me for anything." I chuckled.
"No I needed that kick in the ass and you gave it to me. Merrill…made me see how much of an ass I've been to everyone. I don't need to surpass my sisters or anyone else. The fact that Merrill sees me for who I am…it's enough." Carver softly smiled.
"Amazing how much loving someone can change you huh?" I said softly.
"Yes it is." Carver chuckled. I heard someone come in through the foyer and Anders came up the stairs were we were.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Anders sighed and rubbed his face.
"Hello to you too Anders." I chuckled.
"Anders." Carver nodded.
"Carver." Anders nodded back. I got up from my sit.
"I'm going back to the guest room. Once I'm cleared by this guy, I'll come along with you." I said making my way down the stairs with Anders.
"Thank you Nia." Carver called out.
"What was that?" Anders questioned.
"Just a promise Anders." I chuckled. I went into my room and he closed the door. I gave him my hand. He pulled a small knife and did a small cut. I hissed as he took that blood, infused his mana with it, and put it back in, closing the wound. It was a strange sensation of magic going through your body. It felt ticklish, cold, and slightly shocking.
"Bear with me for a second." Anders said, concentrating. Talen trained him slightly in the Deep Roads before he abandoned the mission. The rest he learned on his own though I've been sending his letters to Talen. "Your blood production is good, organs are well, and overall you are a very healthy woman." He let go of the mana and the odd feeling went away.
"That still feels weird." I flexed my hand, running my finger where he cut me.
"I rarely do it to a patient but you understand at least." Anders patted my head. I nodded. "What's wrong?" He held my hand.
"I…had a conversation with Leandra, nothing more." I looked down.
"Did she say something about you marrying Carver again?" Anders joked.
"No…" I intertwined my fingers with his. Anders face grew worried. My emotions that were displayed clear on my face.
"Now I know something is-" Anders started before I held him tight, grabbing onto his robes, and rubbing my face in his shoulder. "Nia!" He exclaimed.
"Can't I stay like this? Please?" I place my ear over his chest and I listened. It was his heart. His arms settled around me and he held me. I felt his thumb rub circles into my back and his head settled on top of mine.
"Why can't you tell me?" Anders asked.
"I'm sorry." I sighed and rubbed my face in his robes.
"You are always like this. You keep things from me I know that, a lot of things really. Then you put a smile on your face when something bad happens to you. You need to learn to depend on someone." Anders mumbled into my head.
I can't. I depended on Eren and I-. I couldn't do that with Anders. He hugged me tighter and for a second I thought I felt that pull again, the one that came from Justice. Anders pushed me away and rubbed his face for a second. He was bright red.
"Anders?" I was confused. He never pushed me away. He opened his mouth but he stuttered and couldn't say anything.
"I…I have to go." He opened the door and rushed out. I had no idea what happened.
9:34 Drakonis 21st
"So...how is it?" Arinda asked as I went over her papers.
"Not bad. Your penmanship is getting better but you definitely have to watch your ink. There are still a lot of blotches left on the paper." I nodded and encouraged. Arinda huffed and crossed her arms. I patted her head. "These things take time you know?"
"It's hard sometimes." Arinda pouted. I laughed. "How do you feel? Spiky told me the gist of what happened. Also, how could you have gone and tried to fight against a serial blood mage killer!?" I got up and put the papers away.
"I had to. They were targeting Hawke's mother but sometimes I tend to act before thinking." I rubbed my head sheepishly.
"No kidding." Arinda followed me out of her house. I walked past the massive tree and knocked on Merrill's home.
"I do feel better. Anders has been taking care of me. I'll introduce you one day so he can help with controlling your condition." I made sure not to mention she had magic. Arinda shrugged.
"Fine. I think I have it under good control..." She mumbled.
"Trust me, you need to be taught eventually." I jangled the door and it was open again. I rubbed my face. Merrill forgot to lock it again. I went inside. She wasn't in the main living room. I went further in and found Merrill sitting on the bare floor, looking up at the mirror. "Merrill, what did I tell you about sitting on the floor? You're going to wreck your lower back!"
"Hm? Oh! I didn't notice." Merrill giggled. I huffed while helping her up. Arinda watched curiously behind me.
"You really need to take better care of yourself. When was the last time you ate?" I asked. Merrill hummed and pondered. I rubbed my face and let out an exasperated sigh. "I know the mirror is important to you Merrill but you can't keep doing that."
"You are with child aren't you elf? Don't be so stupid that you forget to eat, you're not just eating for yourself." Arinda commented. Merrill looked taken aback.
"I do try but this mirror needs to be repaired. I am so close to fixing it! This is a piece of my people's history. I can't abandon it." Merrill argued. Arinda gave out a bitter laugh.
"If you're that concentrated on that fucking mirror then you might as well kill your child. You wouldn't want your own child to distract you from something so amazing." Arinda bitterly smiled.
"Arinda." I scolded.
"You wouldn't even understand. You are a child of this Alienage and you are not of the People. No matter what you say, I will make this mirror work and I will raise my child." Merrill countered.
"Your kid isn't probably going to be born elven are they? I've seen that one 'human' guy passing by here a lot. Don't think I haven't noticed it so that means your kid won't be a part of your people either! You are exactly what this world doesn't need; a mother who only wants to have a kid and never raise them for shit!" Arinda raised her voice.
"That is enough Arinda!" I put my foot down. Arinda took a step back when I shouted at her, Merrill close to tears.
"But-"
"No buts." I interrupted Arinda. "Go to your home. I'll give you more lessons later on in week." I said sternly. Arinda bit her lip and stomped her way out, slamming the door.
"Nia you have to help me. No matter what I do or try, the mirror doesn't work! I have an idea but I need you, please." Merrill grabbed my arm as her voice quivered and her tears dropping from her eyes. My heart wrenched. Arinda was right when she said Merrill was focusing too much on the mirror. I knew that later on she-. Even then, I still promised Carver.
"You have my support Merrill." I sighed, hoping this wouldn't bite me on the ass later on.
"Thank you! Thank you so much Nia...I think I'm starting to get hungry again." Merrill wiped her eyes.
"Yeah. Come on. Let me take you home."
9:34 Drakonis 22nd
I did my stretches, my tunic fitting loosely over me. Anders gave me his ok so that I could go and jump and do whatever. He didn't tell me why he ran that day and I didn't push him. It felt good to be home for once. I grabbed my daggers and practiced. I had to focus on the target, I had to-
"You know you will not get anywhere without someone to train with you." Fenris said, coming down from his room with his sword.
"Don't go too easy on me just because I've been in bed for the past week." I twirled my daggers and chuckled.
"I will not." Fenris smirked. Stupid stomach, stop flipping! I bit my lip to stop me from smiling stupidly. We got into position. I didn't feel the weight of my armor which gave me more fluidity. He stabbed but I side stepped out of it, I aimed for his throat but he ducked down. We were on opposite sides from where we started. He did his fast slashed on me but I twirled and evaded out, keeping to his back. He elbowed me out of my defensive position and aimed low. I jumped and ran toward him. Unfortunately my ankle gave and I wounded up crashing into him.
Either way I didn't lose my focus and planted my dagger above his throat. I was in a very compromising position though. I hadn't notice how it was compromising until it was with Fenris. I was straddling his hips. He stared up at me, sweat on his brow, his chest rising up with his breath. I kicked myself mentally and got up.
"Well I didn't expect me tripping and crashing into you but it worked out on my end." I chuckled, turning away. That flush went up past my neck and into my ears. "Gah! Great another one of my tunics got ruined…" I whined as I noticed the large slash across it. Fenris got up and rubbed the sweat off his brow.
"You should wear a few that hug your body instead of wearing something as loose as this." He said grabbing onto my tunic and looking at the few cuts he made.
"I do, it's underneath this one." I explained, pulling up the larger tunic and showing the one I was wearing underneath.
"Why do you wear so much clothing?" He asked.
"I have scars Fenris. I'd rather not have anyone seeing my back." I sighed.
"I would not mind it." Fenris shrugged with a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Sure." I rolled my eyes, taking off the upper tunic. I sighed. I liked this one, it was a pale green. "Besides I like my loose tunics. I'm not like you showing off your tattoos." I flicked his chin.
"You have a cut." He observed.
"I always have a cut somewhere." I chuckled. He grabbed my arm and put his hand on my waist. That was where it was. "It's just a small one, don't worry about it." I tried to shrug it off.
"Were you not the one that told me that a small cut like that can fester into something more?" Fenris looked at my eyes. This was a situation that went out of control. Just having his hand on my waist was…exciting. The light shocks from his hand didn't make it better.
"You…You!" I growled, realizing my own words were being used against me. Fenris chuckled. I tried taking my arm back and getting away by backing up, but I just made it worse by backing up into a wall. My face was burning. He was holding my arm and my waist.
"Your face is red…" He said softly. I put my hand on his chest to make him stop from coming closer.
"I know I can feel it!" My voice became higher pitched and I looked away.
"Why?" Fenris titled his head. I knew he was enjoying this.
"Why do you want to know? We just trained!" I shot back.
"Not for very long." Fenris smirked.
"Yeah but-" I tried to counter. He took my hand away from his chest.
"Why are you looking away?" He asked, stepping closer to me.
"Because you're way too damn close!" My heart was racing though I tried not to let it show.
"Does that bother you?" He said softly.
"Yes!" I squeaked. This was bad. If he got any closer then…
"Why?" His hand was on my waist and he was getting closer to me. I could feel the prickle of his hair on my forehead. The rush was moving all around my body and I couldn't deny the attraction I had for him. My body was telling me one thing, my heart was going bonkers, and my head was killing me with the guilt.
"Get off!" I pushed him away roughly and got my daggers. "Leave me alone!" I shouted running up to my room and slamming the door.
Oh it hurt to do that. I didn't want to hurt him but I had to stop this. The temptation was growing stronger and stronger and God I wanted to kiss him. I slid down the door. I felt that my heart was going to jump out of my chest, my breath was shallow, and my stomach was an elite gymnast doing its damnedest to flip.
Then my kids and my husband flashed in my mind. This was torture. This was cruel.
And I hated myself in so many ways.
-/-
Cassandra had finally given Varric something to drink on account of him clearing his throat numerous times. It was good beer, his favorite as well. Whether that was just a coincidence or something more was unanswered.
"I'm surprised that the princess had a larger role than what you wrote." Cassandra was going through what he wrote.
"Knives had a penchant for getting herself into trouble. She was always there for people. Even then, she hated the attention." Varric chuckled.
"Is that why you downplayed her role in your book?" Cassandra asked, glaring at him. Varric wondered if he would be able to break that off her face. He was determined to make her have another expression on her face besides wrath.
"Like I said, she didn't like the attention. The Free Marches was a boon to her. If she walked anywhere in Ferelden, she'd immediately be recognized especially with all the things she's done for people over there. Not to mention that Queen Anora uses what she's done to bolster Ferelden's reputation as well." Varric rolled his eyes.
"Do you believe in her story that she was from another world?" Cassandra asked.
"I have a feeling that you don't Seeker." Varric took another gulp.
"It is hard enough to grasp that she isn't human. That she is a being beyond the fade, beyond where our souls return to…it is a terrifying thought." Cassandra mumbled.
"Whether you believe it or not Seeker, it doesn't matter. Knives is Knives and she'll stay that way." Varric smiled softly.
"And her relationship with Anders?" Cassandra asked, putting down the Tale of the Champion.
"What relationship?" Varric raised his eyebrow.
"They were close." Cassandra stated and crossed her arms.
"Not as close as you think. After all, it says plainly here that she had a thing for our broody elf not our broody mage." Varric chuckled.
That didn't mean that Anders wasn't completely innocent though, Varric thought.
-/-
"You've been coming by here more recently." Varric wondered, seeing Anders with another cup in his hands. He was coming by more and more often. He nearly regretted putting everyone on his tab. Anders rubbed his face. "Your patients giving you a hard time again?" Varric asked, polishing Bianca.
"It's not my patients it's…well…" Anders fidgeted with his drink. Isabela walked by, a woman in her arm, and she winked at him. Anders couldn't help but look down.
"Now, now Blondie, you shouldn't mess with Rivaini. You'll get yourself into heaps of trouble." Varric took a sip of his own beer and chuckled.
"We've seen each other already thank you very much." Anders gulped down his drink and coughed. Varric nearly spat out his drink.
"You what?!" He exclaimed.
"We have seen each other on and off recently and I've gone to the Blooming Rose frequently as well. That's the problem." Anders groaned, rubbing his face and putting down his cup.
"Look if you have a sex obsession it's not-" Varric started.
"That's the thing! Justice is obsessing over Nia." Anders harshly interrupted, a glow right behind his eyes. Varric's smile dropped.
"What do you mean?" Varric growled. No one messes with his friends, not even weird spirits that were possessing his friends. Anders rubbed his face again.
"Lately…I've been having thoughts, concerning Nia. They aren't mine. It's Justice. I keep on recalling the memories he had of her, of how she helped him, of how he felt a companionship with her. The more he sees her, the more he wants her. I feel it in my being. Justice wants her, bad. Unfortunately it's starting to affect me." Anders got up and started to pace. Varric noticed that he was slightly trembling and that minor glow behind his eyes was very apparent.
"What do you mean by Justice wants Knives?" Varric glared.
"He wants her, body, soul, mind, everything. Truly if I wasn't keeping control of him, he would kidnap her and put her away in a room or a house and just have her there so no one can see or touch her. I don't know if it's because he's taken my own feelings or he's imprinted on her because of his old memories of his old body. I've been using everything I can to stave off his…desire but it's starting to grow harder. The last time I visited Nia, she hugged me. Just hugged me mind you, and Justice nearly took over to…take her. I had to run to the Rose after that in order to…why is this happening to me?" Anders nearly sobbed, ran his fingers through his hair, and held his head.
"That I can't answer Blondie. I don't deal with magic shit like this. Are you going to become a problem for Knives?" Varric lightly threatened.
"Never. I would never hurt her." Anders reassured. Varric glared before seeing that Anders was steadfast.
"Good. Keep it that way." Varric gave him a court nod.
-/-
9:34 Drakonis 23rd
"Merrill you ok?" I asked. She nearly tripped on a rock on the way to the Dalish camp. Carver held her hand. Her armor was slightly stretched around her belly. My own replacement armor was also giving me some trouble. My poor Dalish armor…I had to make due with some stock armor that Aveline gave me.
"I'm fine. They constantly move!" She giggled.
"Get used to it. Once you're big you can almost see the baby's hand against your skin." I said.
"That would be a weird thing to see." Varric chuckled. Isabela hugged me from behind.
"Please stop talking about babies for once? Can't we talk about something normal like sex?" Isabela cuddled.
"Isabella you are all about sex." I rolled my eyes.
"It's the best feeling in the world if you know how to do it." She breathed into my ear.
"The belly makes it trickier to do it." Merrill laughed.
"Too much information Merrill." I laughed. As we came nearer the camp, I saw Merrill fidgeting with her gloves.
"Oh what will the keeper think of me? I'm like this and…I'm going to be asking for the arinal'holm! She has this disappointing stare that turns your bones to jelly you know?" Merrill bit her lip.
"I know. She gave it to me once when I played too rough with the kids and one of them got hurt. She scolded me and told me I should have known better." I chuckled.
"How are the Dalish by the way? I haven't gotten any news update from you Knives." Varric asked.
"They're fine. They get along by themselves pretty well. They're halla searches are going bad though. They haven't bee able to find any close to the mountain."
"Don't they only come for elves? If you are looking for them, then you're only getting in the way right?" Carver asked.
"They haven't asked me to go with them and I doubt they will either. Some of the clan has accepted me but that doesn't mean that all of them do. I usually still get a few insults here and there, a few glares as well." I shrugged. "Not that big of a deal. As long as Nehnlen is fine, I'm fine with it." We approached the camp and I saw a hunter that recognized me.
"Andaran Atish'an."
"Andaran Atish'an Elriel." I nodded.
"Merrill." He glared at her and he did a deep frown when he saw her belly.
"Elriel. We are here to speak to Keeper Marethari." Merrill demanded.
"Go on then. We can't stop you." He scoffed.
"Thank you Elriel." I said. We went in and they were doing their usual duties here and there. Some would look my way and nod respectfully though half still tended to ignore us. I saw a few noticing Merrill's growing child. They did not approve would be an understatement.
"Tía!" Nehnlen said, running towards me and hugging my legs. He snuggled into me and I hugged him tightly back.
"Hey, it's been a while. Where's your mom?" I asked.
"She's out hunting. Look! I made my first carving!" Nehnlen smiled, a few teeth missing already. It was a badly crafted flower but I chuckled and ruffled his hair.
"That's good! Where is Marethari?" I asked.
"Over by the fire. Are you going to tell me more stories Tía?" Nehnlen asked, a joy in his eyes. He was so cute!
"Later, right now I have to do something for my friend." Nehnlen looked at Merrill and nodded somberly before running off again. The fact that Merrill still held onto the piece of the mirror that killed Tamlen and Mahariel burned in their hearts. We got near the center fire where Marethari was waiting. Merrill took a deep breath and Carver did a comforting squeeze on her shoulder. Varric, Isabela, and I stayed right behind her.
"Keeper." Merrill stated her arrival.
"Da'len…you…" The Keeper's eyes stand on Merrill's belly. There was that disappointing frown and angry eyes. "You have chosen then to stay within the city?" She said sternly.
"I…" Merrill gulped in nervousness. Carver moved beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Peace Keeper, we aren't here to instigate anything." I said.
"Nia." Marethari gave me a warm look. Merrill took a deep breath.
"I need the arulin'holm, Keeper. The ancient carving blade that Master Ilen keeps." Merrill announced.
"Then you have continued on your path to rebuild the eluvian." Marethari glared.
"I know you don't approve of my choice but you don't have to. I am invoking vir sulevanan. Whatever you wish for me to do, I will do it." Merrill nodded.
"At least I know I can still disapprove." Marethari gave a long sigh. "But it is your right. I will give you a task that you must complete, if you insist."
"Ma serannas Keeper." Merrill sighed in relief.
"Please take care of her Nia. At least she has a friend in you and in Hawke." Marethari told me.
"I can take care of myself Keeper." Merrill snapped. Marethari gave her a sad look.
"That I know da'len. Your task is to hunt down a varterral. It has taken the lives of three of our hunters." Marethari explained.
"Wait, one of those hunters is not-" I started.
"Alanni is fine Nia." Marethari assured me. I gave out a sigh of relief. "Its lair lies within a cavern in the mountainside. Find it and slay it. No one else must fall to its anger. If you complete this, then you can have the arulin'holm. May the Dread Wolf never catch your scent." Marethari sighed. Hah, Dread Wolf huh?
Well the D-. No one kn-.
Merrill nodded and we left the camp toward the way to the Cavern. Merrill had a sad look on her face.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Carver asked as we got near the hunting cavern.
"I must do this ma vhenan. The mirror needs to be completed. It is one of the things that my people can have left! I can't let Nia's kindness go to waste as well." Merrill argued.
"I don't want you getting hurt. The baby still needs you." Carver said softly.
"I know! I know…" Merrill said. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.
"Merrill…" Isabella put her hand on her shoulder. Merrill wiped away her tears.
"Hormones. Make sure to stay behind us at all times ok Merrill?" I said.
"Of course." She cleared her throat. "Let's go."
Muhahah! Ahem, anyway, not much to say of course. Weird how some of the things that I'm writing about seem to mirror my own life...
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