(good god almighty, i'm in a thither! don't
remind me of that terrible word. sire. ick, ugh, oof. if it wasn't enough
for that damn kansas to call me a whore as i searched out a sire in
falconwood, i had to go and start world war lll. retribution and shahada
even got involved and the controversy is still raging. the fem sighs. i
see exile in my future. nervously the fem shifts her weight between
delicate limbs. i may never be able to look at myself again. i am so
embarrassed. god, help me. the fem looks into the orbs of her friend,
soft, warm, happy were they. and herself, her eyes darting, twitching
nervously. Oh my dear Dishonesty! What have I done! I cannot bear the
thought of what Retribution and Shahada will have to say to me on their
return from Falconwood. I just know I will be exiled, or at least demoted.
Oh lord. My dear, dear ravens. I cannot leave. Why? WHY, did he have to
pick on me, make such a fool of me. I cannot stand it! anger and
embarrassment were mounting, like a volcano waiting to explode. she needed
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