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But that matters not, I do suppose. Much has happened. This and that, that and the other. And yet nothing quite noteworthy. Perhaps Pengy and I will watch movies tonight. 'twould be quite nice. 'tis so cold outside tonight: then again, that makes it perfect for a walk, no?
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 Edit: Out from behind the couch. I bought a cow.
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So. Sparda-love, did you enjoy that French Connection? 'twas my first making such a beverage, so I do so hope you did. ...how are you feeling? |
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If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more that whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
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It always starts as a premonition, does it not?
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 You must wear this for the anniversary of my rebirth. I will wear the lovely white piece I recently bought, and you will wear this. No argument about it! RIGHT NOW. 'tis in your closet.
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I do believe I will be getting myself a personal assistant. Well. "Pool boy" is the lax term. Sparda? Is this alright with you? |
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And a prime example, that, of why 'tis time to, in the very least, allocate myself to a different part of the house. I shant be so crude as to not allow him the Master Room, since 'tis his home. When we return, when we return. Something amiss, other than this, and I do not believe I like the feelings I am getting.
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 Please? <3 I do think it has been a while since... well. Please?
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What happens when one throws one's husband's monocle out of a plane?
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Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.Sparda? My love? My darling? ... Get her away from me. I am quite serious. She is trying to convince me to wear things that would expose my knees. This is not something I feel comfortable with. Get her away from me.
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...I am sorry.
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As soon as I am free from the confines of this chair, I am going to whip you all into next year. Please put yourself on the proper hiatus from your individual obligations. Honestly. You would think Sparda could handle them in my absence, but never leave a demon to do a mother's duty.
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I should very much like some time away, I believe. Of course, at the moment and for the next few months I shall be rather hampered, but at some point I believe... Hm. I feel very old. There was a reason for this entry, but I have withdrawn on my thoughts. Perhaps I will receive a call. I realize Vergil had a flight late last night, but he would not call anyway. Perhaps Dante, should he find himself with a moment of respite? Or perhaps my wife assassinator will waste a moment. Then again, the rabbit is with me at the moment.
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Sparda, Since I am in this wheelchair because of you, I demand that you buy me a furry, expensive pussy. Love,
Eva P.S.: Either that, or I buy another rabbit. A dwarf baby bunny. Yes. Or one like this. <3
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Now that I am starting, I cannot deny, I'd prefer a 'See you later', To a mere Goodbye~ But before departing, Do I hope in vain, Something makes me wonder whether You'll forget me all together, If we never meet again~ When I go my way, Along some highway, Will you remember me? When you are lonesome, I'd like to own someplace in your memory~ I feel like singing. Dante! When you come to visit me, will you sing with me? Your father's an ass, and would never do such a thing. <3 This song is absolutely dashing. I know that you'll play a part In my heart, When I start, That's something I can guarantee~ Please, Dante? Oh! And who would like to sign my leg cast?
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