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I always wanted to be vegetarian from when I first knew what meat really was. There was something about eating animals which I found unsettling, in the same way the Western World feels about the Japanese eating cats I suppose. My parents refused to let me enter the vegetarian realm through fears of vitamin B12 deprivation at first, however, I wasn't going to let it phase me. My official vegetarianism began last year in a vegetarian café farm shop establishment of some sort. I sat eating potato soup (I lied, I can't remember what kind of soup it was (but I promise you, it was soup)) and texting Reneé (then my friend, now my ex) who happened to be a herbivore. Or claimed to be. She eats chicken.
Early days of vegetarianism were as difficult as later days of it. Being vegetarian is difficult, not because of the installed updates to the diet or the third-party vitamins, but being vegetarian is a bit like being a heavy smoker: it upsets others. When pe
When we were FriendsDon't worry about me,
I'll get over you.
This is but a shallow trough:
It is nothing to me.
It was fun
while it lasted
the both of us:
our innocent friendship
But now you've found him.
Now you've found him.
I shaln't be spiteful
now that you don't need me
I can see the ways
he makes you smile
like I once did
when we were alone
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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