I am all up inside my head like a sort of sulking maiden. Hearing, believing, and becoming all the dragons that are looking for me. Actually, I guess that's less maiden and more crone. I'm becoming corrupt like the Reavers who ventured to the ends of the universe and saw nothing, I need a more sensible living space. What the hell ever happened to Feng Shui? Where did I put my book of tea?

On our first date, Sara said she was too old for me. Too experienced. The things she had done....

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