paradisa | Chapter eight

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richard castle

Chapter eight

Hey, my cutout's finally gone. I've looked around everywhere, but it disappeared. It was getting to be a nuisance, but now... you know how something's a tad bit annoying and intrusive but you get used to its presence anyway and then when it's gone you miss it a little? Yeah.

Not that this is an invitation to give me another one, Paradisa, just in case you're getting ideas.

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Entertaining people with stories is better than entertaining people with other things.

[She thought about it, for a long moment.] I ... haven't had the easiest of childhoods. And, if I ever have children? I wouldn't want them to go through the same things I did. I wouldn't want their generation to make my great-great-great grandparents mistakes. So maybe I'd write about what happened to me, to my home.

Sounds like a noble pursuit. There's a saying in my world that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. People can always learn from what those who came before them did.

I've never really saw myself as a noble person. [She pressed her fingertips together.] But I think you're right. I think I should keep people from making the same mistakes.