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105: Someone is vain
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2021-11-24 02:30:35*Soleil*
“The others from my coven have been asking for you. They thought it was a shame you didn’t come for the harvest party”. Mark gives me a big hug as I step into his apartment.
I freeze for a moment, before getting my composiour back.
“It was a lot of fun at the solstice thing, but I have started doubting if it is the right thing for me”. I try getting around the subject.
“Sounds exciting. So where have you ended up then ?” The slumps down on the couch.
“Realising that it is complicated. I have kind of given up on finding why and who. I think I see it more as a big corporate company, where all the gods sit at a long conference table discussing the world”. I giggle and sit down on his office chair.
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