While the clone plays...

Fred's gone off somewhere with Astrea. He mentioned where he went, I'm sure of it. Or maybe I'm just hopin' he did, but still sucks if he did 'cause that means I've forgotten. Well, doesn't really matter anyhow, 'cause he's out and I'm not.

S'good for the clone, it really is. He hasn't had a squeeze since Angliana. Had a few flings, sure, but he's the one has actual relationships. I have companionships, I s'pose you could call 'em, but he's been the one gets as serious as we two can get. And I could tell right when he smacked flat into that pole and just stared at her like a dead fish that he was goin' serious as he could, if he could.

And he could, so he is. And I'm glad. I am. Sure, no matter what this stupid sorta empty sock in my gut tells me, I'm happy and she's a great girl. S'far as I can tell. Only met her the one time. Seems like she's twisted enough to appreciate our twinnish mischief and whatnot. So I just don't get why I gotta feel like this.

( Spinster talk )