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Evening of January 3rd, the tavern

So it's a new yeah, if you keep this sort of calendah. January seems a strange place to start a yeah in this part of the world - ain't like nothin' gets born now an' the world's still sleepin' - but theah was a nice campfire on the Lot on the evenin' an' some dancin' an' drinkin', an' that was good. An' my bleedin' finally started, a couple of days late. I hate bein' late. Feels like the world's off kiltah, ayuh, everythin' inside me draggin'. First gush of blood was a relief, I tell you. Terrible crampin', ayuh, but it was cleared up enough by the party I didn't mind it none.

Dryin' up some now, only a thin trickle left, so I bundle myself up an' go on into town undah the light of the moon. Nice cleah night. Feel pretty good right now, an' maybe that's what makes me go in the tavern, even if I pause a minute befoah cos I've mostly been theah when I looked most like a man, an' my face is softah right now an' my tits are biggah. Well, I'll cross that bridge if it comes up, same as I always do. Go on inside an' ordah a beer an' settle back. Wondah if anyone'll fancy a game of darts.

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