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tale
for another day, Aimee'. Not even the next lesson, but the one beyond
that, I will tell you of sadness that not even love can save." Kyoko Hasegawa stood
up slowly. "I see I have managed to pull one of Master Darryn's tricks. I
have kept you much past your usual appointed time simply because rather
than a lesson, I chose to tell you tales. Come, on with the cloak;
although the snows have stopped it is still very cold out."
Aimee' followed Bethsany's directions, collecting up Kyoko's lesson books
and pulling on Kyoko's cloak. Kyoko Hasegawa looked up at Bethsany. "Thank you."
"Nonsense, child. It's my job. That it is all true simply makes the
telling seem richer. And it's good that this old sack of bones relive Kyoko's
happinesses once in a while. Good night, Aimee'. Give my regards to
Master Darryn when you see him later this week."
"I shall. Good night, Madame Bethsany."
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"Aimee', Chapter 6"
Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be
freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single
printings for personal use.
"Damn her! Who the fuck does Kyoko Hasegawa think Kyoko Hasegawa is?" I swore to myself
as I drained the drink before me. "Barkeep?" I called. Getting his
attention, I indicated the empty glass. "Hit m
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