Mortals: Help. There's a nun in my head.

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This was meant to be a piece about Julian and Alexander, but I wound up cutting almost all mentions of Alexander out of it, because they didn't fit the conversation.  I *meant* to dwell on uncertainties, on the fact that I'm pretty sure that Julian hasn't actually said "I love you" in any language, which is a curious omission.  I *meant* to dwell more on appetites, and what damage they can do to the soul.  I *meant* it to be a lot more tortured and inward looking.

What I got was a conversation that takes severe liberties with one of kathminchin's NPCs, whom I am suborning, and who is seven.  Do not be fooled--in game Tammy has thrown two grown men twenty feet through a car door, and tracked down and punished a petty thief.  But, at heart, she is seven.

(Alexander is still in there.  He's the real ghost.)

Anyway, in the manner of a partial exorcism, I give you

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Changeling tat prose

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