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I have been entertaining myself the past few days by teleporting to various dimensions searching for the perfect place to relocate the bartender. What I'm searching for is a near parallel to this one; no hell dimensions or temporal voids. After all, the only crime this fellow has committed is having something I want. I wish for him to continue living his life, none the wiser... with one notable difference. He will not be aware that she ever existed. Ah, the tragedy of love lost.
Received a phone call from Rhiannon last night; she has invited Sierra and me to a concert on Friday evening. It seems her werewolf is a guitarist as well. That should be entertaining- me sitting at a table with Sierra and Rhia, him up on stage knowing that I have slept with his lady repeatedly, and would happily do so again given the opportunity. Yes, I shall enjoy that.
At any rate, it will be a lovely drive for Sierra and myself, and I'm always pleased to see Rhiannon. I can tolerate the werewolf for her sake.
Received a phone call from Rhiannon last night; she has invited Sierra and me to a concert on Friday evening. It seems her werewolf is a guitarist as well. That should be entertaining- me sitting at a table with Sierra and Rhia, him up on stage knowing that I have slept with his lady repeatedly, and would happily do so again given the opportunity. Yes, I shall enjoy that.
At any rate, it will be a lovely drive for Sierra and myself, and I'm always pleased to see Rhiannon. I can tolerate the werewolf for her sake.