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[impure_tale]

I did not expect gifts. Once I have time to sit down to write a few letters I'll be certain to disburse proper thanks, but truly -- I am moved. Captain Adams, I haven't had this vintage since I was twenty-five! Giselle, dearheart, you know me entirely too well. Monsieur Q -- merci.

I regret that I do not at present have the resources to provide gifts for the lot of you as well.

Thank you for the consideration. Joyeux Noel.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Until when? What becomes of us after this? Do we stay here and go on living forever? Do we cease to exist? Go to heaven? Hell? Or are we simply restored to life to live out the rest of our existence in our cheaper, more limited worlds until we die again?

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

...I don't know. Don't ask me.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Forgive me. I know you don't know. I've just grown very frustrated, I think.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm sorry if I'm being short-- it's just not something I prefer to think about right now.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You're not being short, Henry; I'm just being difficult.