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[imnot_likeyou]

[there's the rustle of pages flipping, before Sam starts talking]

You know, I've been saying to a lot of people recently that it would be "three years in Januray," and ...

I think I've always known that it was a long time, but it didn't really sink in how long that is until right now. Especially with everything else that happens around here, and the short trips everyone else gets.

[a long pause]

Anyway. Happy anniversary to me.

[and with that, the journal will close for a little while. He'll be back, though.]

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[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

[ She chuckles with glee. Latin usually only flies with her father or eldest brother. ]

He is the most intelligent, and the kindest and gentlest too. Have you ever had audience with him?

[imnot_likeyou]

With the pope?

[there's a laugh]

No. I can't say I've had the pleasure.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

If he comes this way then.

He can give you better words of reassurance than my paltry quotations.

[imnot_likeyou]

I think it's plenty reassuring. It's the thought that counts.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

I will think of you more often then, though I wish I had a name with the thoughts.

[imnot_likeyou]

Sam Winchester.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

Sam, then. Lucrezia Borgia.

[imnot_likeyou]

[And Sam's history minded brain goes ... Like THE Lucrezia Borgia? But he knows better than to open his mouth about that at this point]

Nice to meet you.

[borgiararity.livejournal.com]

[ And she'll surprise him by being sweet and utterly naive. ]

The pleasure is all mine, Sam. I hope the castle treats you kindly in the coming year.

[imnot_likeyou]

You too.