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It’s almost May. I’m not sure if I’m excited for it, or worried, or both. I haven’t exactly broached the topic with Lois, and I’m not sure how much she knows about what happens every year.
It’s less a concern about Lara than it is a concern about what the castle might do with us. Lara is my daughter regardless of how Lois feels about it, but I honestly don’t know how I’d feel if Lois woke up with someone else, or I woke up with another woman.
[pause]
I don’t like hypotheticals.
I’m excited to see Lara again, though.
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[Clark’s had a fairly laid-back day. Coffee in the morning, staring at a blank journal page for eons, a trip to the library, a walk around town to poke around and look for anything suspicious, and then a stop at a butcher’s to pick up some bones for the dogs. Then it’s back to the castle, and back to staring at a still mostly-blank page. He has got to find a better use of his time, and making endless laps around town isn't exactly productive most of the time.
Written:]
Knowing the castle, I guess most of us will be parents again in the next few weeks.
Out of curiosity, how many people here remember the previous years? Looking back at old events and crises here, it seems like the number of people who remember is always dwindling, like the castle doesn't like having too many people with too many memories.