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    <title>Thoughts</title>
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    <content type="html">8th May, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe it for a moment, not until I saw him with my own eyes. Dear Nicolas, well and looking like I last saw him. Odd I know for me at least to show so much affection but I could not help myself. I wanted to shower him with kisses and hold him and never let him, fear it all for a dream. It was no dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat that devil was around somewhere he left his presence everywhere in Florence. How did I know our beloved Nikki was still alive and in good order. A beautiful fellow named Louis, one of Lestat’s fledglings told me this was so. For a moment, I could not believe it but this Louis did not strike me as the sort to outright lie. That was reserved for others I have had the misfortune to deal with at all. I find this Louis to be a fascinating creature, who seems to have a depth to his soul the likes of which I may never know. Bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, the devil’s minion as he is dubbed in Queen of the Damned, one of Lestat’s forbidden books. I too ended up in its pages much to my dismay. I found myself wrapped up in him, he too is a sensual creature made late in his life, well late for some but beautiful none-the-less. Eric, he too has entered my life in the most strangest of ways. Can we three exist in our newfound bond? Eric who in the depths of my own soul does frighten me though I would never admit to such a thing. He is far older than even Marius, the child of Maharet, twin to the new mother of us all. I know I shouldn’t feel like I do but its hard not too. He has so much strength at his command, so much power I have yet to obtain any of his gifts given to him through time, strength and age in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see what becomes of our small union as I pray with all of my soul that we never grow to hate or resent each other like it has been known to happen.</content>
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