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| − | <span style="color:#ff0000;"> | + | <span style="color:#ff0000;">''Dear Diary - Its been far too long since we have spoken. I sit here at my accustomed table towards the back of the main room at the Way Down nightclub in San Francisco. The light is dim in this shadowed corner. But I have a candle in a red glass jar that provides all the light I need for our intercourse. I like the candle, its a nice touch by Lorraine, like a votive for my long lost mortality. Yes Diary, I am maudlin tonight.'' |
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=== Wednesday, May 14, 2014 === | === Wednesday, May 14, 2014 === | ||
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=== Sunday, June 22, 2014 === | === Sunday, June 22, 2014 === | ||
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=== Sunday, December 14, 2019 === | === Sunday, December 14, 2019 === | ||
| − | <span style="color:#ff0000;"> | + | <span style="color:#ff0000;">''Dear Diary - Please forgive me for my long absence, you see, I have been asleep for five years. Like the legend of Sleeping Beauty, I awoke tonight, but not in a crystal casket, but in the ruins of a collapsed building. I know its all sounds so confusing, let me explain. Five years ago at the beginning of summer, I was called to the court of the new prince of San Francisco, Sara Anne Winder. There I was introduced to a number of Kindred I had never met before and it was explained to me that the Sabbat, the boogeyman-enemy of the Camarilla was preparing a strike against our home, the Golden Gate City.'' |
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Dear Diary - Its been far too long since we have spoken. I sit here at my accustomed table towards the back of the main room at the Way Down nightclub in San Francisco. The light is dim in this shadowed corner. But I have a candle in a red glass jar that provides all the light I need for our intercourse. I like the candle, its a nice touch by Lorraine, like a votive for my long lost mortality. Yes Diary, I am maudlin tonight.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Dear Diary -
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Dear Diary -
Sunday, December 14, 2019
Dear Diary - Please forgive me for my long absence, you see, I have been asleep for five years. Like the legend of Sleeping Beauty, I awoke tonight, but not in a crystal casket, but in the ruins of a collapsed building. I know its all sounds so confusing, let me explain. Five years ago at the beginning of summer, I was called to the court of the new prince of San Francisco, Sara Anne Winder. There I was introduced to a number of Kindred I had never met before and it was explained to me that the Sabbat, the boogeyman-enemy of the Camarilla was preparing a strike against our home, the Golden Gate City.
Friday, December 26, 2019
Dear Diary -
