Monday, April 29, 2002

Damaged game-scholars dinner
Anja; did I mention that I for years lived imaginary lives as first an assassin with poisons as a speciality, and then a courtier whose adversaries tended to go queasy and avoid eating just knowing he might be annoyed with them? And nope, it wasn't caused by his perfume (which was also quite dizzying).

How about dinner sometime?

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