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[xinjinmeng]

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Gracious. After weeks of pleasant tedium, there was quite the tumult at the unexpected return of D___.   I had long ago dismissed her from thought and action as one who had moved on from the bohemians and onto grander things.  I believe D___ and I had only met once, and I had only succeeded in embarrasing myself.  She was a fierce, self-made woman who affected a countenance of certainty usually declared masculine; I was a timid, confused ingenue seeking to commit violence in the name of an emotion mistakenly branded love.  I asked for assistance, and I was refused -- and rightly so.  

I had promised I would have doors and not walls.  Having my busy schedule for the day, I extended an invitation for tea.  While I would hope she would accept, I cannot fathom why she might.  I would also take steps not to embarrass myself; after all, D___ had demonstrated a body temperature in the thousands of degrees, and yes, dear readers, in my heart of hearts, I am a heliotropic polykiothermophile.  Then again, I also maintain a high level of epicureanism, to the verge where some have said that I am only happy when I am unhappy.  I suppose I should look forward to more unhappiness in the future?

My heldentenor is proceeding nicely, and my tenore robusto is no longer embarrassing.  Next, the stage?  I hear a non-linear being is sponsoring auditions for a "mega-god" or some other nonsense.