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February 9, 2022 | Trent's diary

  This has been a whirlwind of insanity. My Bashie loves me, loves Lucifer, loves Sigefrid, loves Xander, and I have a sneaking suspicion he likes our little bug and Dany as well. Luci told me when they met, Sebastian's greatest desire was me. Now he's in pieces if one of his lovers doesn't pay enough attention to him. Even I can't fully break him out of it.

I agree with Faustus that Bashie is loyal to all of us. Little Bug and I are his best friends. He's Xander's faithful blood slave (to the point he has an existential crisis when not fed on enough). Luci clearly has no complaints with him as a spouse. And if Sigefrid texts Serena, she'll come running day or night.

George is set to marry Nathaniel only days from now. George Plimpton. I guess it was inevitable.

I never thought of myself as a jealous person, but these misadventures have brought out complexities in all of us. I can tolerate Rebecca having lovers, because after all these years I've become numb to her promiscuity (I love her, but it is by no means a blind love). Bashie, on the other hand? Even if I was unaware he was in love with me for most of our lives, part of me always thought of him as mine. My best friend. My lawyer. My roommate, once upon a time. Now he "belongs" to so many other people, and he seems to need us all more or less equally. Some of these others, I don't like, but he won't listen anymore. What will become of us?

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