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ast 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 Ryoko's lesson books
and pulling on Ryoko's cloak. Ryoko Etou 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 Ryoko'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 Ryoko Etou think Ryoko Etou is?" I swore to myself
as I drained the drink before me. "Barkeep?" I called. Getting his
attention, I indicated the empty glass. "Hit me again, willya?"
I could tell by his expression he was trying to decide whether or
not to cut me off. I put on my
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