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"Tsk, why does it feel so troublesome to think about women?" ***

Maybe this time I would be able to figure out the difficult puzzle. On second thought, I asked myself, what if thinking about this really made things worse for me? What if I go wild and out of control again? What if I thirst for blood and go on a killing spree? I stood in the bathroom and considered my options. It's a lot of 'what ifs' that I couldn't allow to happen.

“Do you think this is some street market?” ***

I fired all the questions that I could think of without being able to hold myself back. --To be continued…

Maybe this will turn out to be a good thing for both of us…? These questions and more floated in her mind for a long, long time.

" Just remember if someones waiting for you then kill everything in your path. It's the only encouragement I could give." " That's definitely a you way of encouraging someone. But thank you." " Anything else bothering you, we will be moving out soon." " Do you know anything about marks?' The question sent her far away but she was thinking about how to respond. Which means there's a lot I should know about them.

I spent the day with it. Not anxiously. Not the way I would have spent a day with a question like this six months ago, which was managing all the possible answers and trying to figure out which one was safest and what it would cost. Just actually thinking about it. Sitting with it the way I had been learning to sit with things. What do I want. Me specifically. Nobody else’s answer.

Later, after the children were in bed and the house had settled into its nighttime quiet, the three of us sat in the sitting room with the tree lit in the corner and the particular, easy warmth of people who had nothing to prove to each other and a great deal still to say. "Can I ask you both something?" I said. "Always," they said, together. "What do you think about when you think about us?" I asked. "Not what you feel. What you actually think. What's the thought, not the emotion." It was the kind of question I asked less often now than in the earlier years, when the need to understand and articulate was more urgent. Now I asked it because I was genuinely curious, because the answers kept e

"Oh, absolutely, I'm already taking notes on everything you say, you better watch out, Lucian, I can be very persuasive in an argument." "I don't doubt that for a moment," he replied, his tone teasing, his gaze dropping to her mouth before returning to her eyes, the sheer gravity of his look making her breath stutter. "But I think you'll find I am a very difficult man to cross-examine, I have centuries of practice keeping my thoughts to myself." "Centuries, huh?" she joked back, tilting her head to look at him as they approached the front walkway of her parents' house. "What are you, a vampire?"

I went to the sink and poured it out. The smell of it going down the drain. I stood at the sink for a moment. She said: what do you need to think about tonight. I said: I need to think about whether I am earning this. Every day. Whether I am actually earning it or whether I have decided I have earned enough and am now operating on credit I have not accumulated. She said: and what do you think. I said: I think this week I operated on credit. She said: yes. We will talk about that Monday. For tonight, I want you to sit with the question rather than answer it. You already know the answer. What you need is to feel the weight of it rather than just know it.