The longer I stay in collar, the odder free women seem to me.
I wonder if I was ever like them. Not that they are all bad. In fact, I have found, though many possess a certain amount of aloof horridness, others can be quite pleasant.
I met her in the falls and read her cards. I don’t believe she .. believed, for I could see the skepticism in her eye, the look of doubt on her face. But once I began, I could also see indecision, as if she thought that I might be, in some small way, tricking her. I don’t trick intentionally, I only relate what the cards tell me, albeit, sometimes they do make it hard to find the answers.
Sometimes my cards are surly.
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