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My thoughts were all over the place since date with Sir Stone. Before I faced him, I didn’t know it was possible for a bod to practice such intense pleasure. I’d had no comprehension of the concept of yearning; the idea that my bod could need something as much as my brain. I had longed, nearly desperately, to be challenged by Sir Stone again, and, as the days and weeks flipped past sans such an invitation, I found myself experiencing increasing levels of despondency. He hardly looked at me. I spotted him sneering at other Apprentices and my heart broke. The deepest and most kicking cut of all was being instructed to attend my calling, not by Sir Stone, but by Sir Snow. I didn’t know much about Sir Snow. I’d seen him around, of course. He’s stupidly wonderful but he comes throughout as aloof, business-like, and a lil' stern. The moment I spotted his name, I sensed sad. I spent the days before the date attempting to come to terms with my loss. I had to accept that what had happened with Sir Stone was of no significance to him and impossible to be repeated. Maybe he was ashamed. Maybe he was concerned that I’d report him… not that I ever would. So, I ambled into Sir Snow’s office experiencing a lil' depressed. I found him sitting at his desk, all tidily turned-out in an expensive suit and tie, looking distant and over-formal. The apartment smelt hardly sweet, like cold ice.

My thoughts were all over the place since date with Sir Stone. Before I faced him, I didn’t know it was possible for a bod to practice such intense pleasure. I’d had no comprehension of the concept of yearning; the idea that my bod could need something as much as my brain. I had longed, nearly desperately, to be challenged by Sir Stone again, and, as the days and weeks flipped past sans such an invitation, I found myself experiencing increasing levels of despondency. He hardly looked at me. I spotted him sneering at other Apprentices and my heart broke. The deepest and most kicking cut of all was being instructed to attend my calling, not by Sir Stone, but by Sir Snow. I didn’t know much about Sir Snow. I’d seen him around, of course. He’s stupidly wonderful but he comes throughout as aloof, business-like, and a lil' stern. The moment I spotted his name, I sensed sad. I spent the days before the date attempting to come to terms with my loss. I had to accept that what had happened with Sir Stone was of no significance to him and impossible to be repeated. Maybe he was ashamed. Maybe he was concerned that I’d report him… not that I ever would. So, I ambled into Sir Snow’s office experiencing a lil' depressed. I found him sitting at his desk, all tidily turned-out in an expensive suit and tie, looking distant and over-formal. The apartment smelt hardly sweet, like cold ice.
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