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I'm back and I'll see you in a year (maybe)

My life follows the path of her joy - powerful, merciless, hers. I must sometimes remind her of our vows, but she is always regretful, and always irresistible. I am rich in the glow of her attention, once I have pulled her from the parties we attend each night. And when she is mine, oh, I am hers, and our heartbeats quicken together. (This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.)

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