About: Garrott du Roque's Love in Scaris diary

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While I was waiting at the scareport for the arrival of Rochelle's flight, I started to think about how we first met. I had been working all day on a design for a phantom ball gown, but alas, the creativity, she eluded me. I was becoming.. how you say.. frustrated. There was no unlife in my design, and I needed to find the inspiration, so I decided to take a stroll and clear the design cobwebs from my head. I have a particular route that I am inclined to follow when I have no solid idea. It is as familiar to me as the back of my claw, and I could walk it with the blindfold if necessary. Exit my front door, turn left, and then walk until I can smell the bakery on the corner. Cross over Rue Morgue and continue through the park past the siren fountain, and back home again. On that day, such w

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abstract	While I was waiting at the scareport for the arrival of Rochelle's flight, I started to think about how we first met. I had been working all day on a design for a phantom ball gown, but alas, the creativity, she eluded me. I was becoming.. how you say.. frustrated. There was no unlife in my design, and I needed to find the inspiration, so I decided to take a stroll and clear the design cobwebs from my head. I have a particular route that I am inclined to follow when I have no solid idea. It is as familiar to me as the back of my claw, and I could walk it with the blindfold if necessary. Exit my front door, turn left, and then walk until I can smell the bakery on the corner. Cross over Rue Morgue and continue through the park past the siren fountain, and back home again. On that day, such was my frustration that I turned right instead of left. Perhaps a change of scenery would be helpful, I thought. Also, there was a little cafe I knew of in that direction. It was a few blocks past a skelementary school, and I thought if I hurried I could get a seat outside before school was dismissed and the students took them. I was lost in thought with my head down and my hands in my pockets. I was about to cross the street when I heard, "Arrete!" I looked up to see a garghoul in a bright green crossing guard vest holding up a stop sign and pointing at me. She was frowning, but such a frown! It was magnifique! In that frown, I found my inspiration, and I reached for my sketchpad only to realize I had forgotten it. I felt like such a tete de roche. Then I noticed a piece of sidewalk chalk one of the little ghouls must have dropped. I immediately fell to the ground and began sketching out the dress. It was perfect! It was inspired! It was about to be trampled by hundreds of little monsters! The final school bell was going to ring at any minute, and then over my shoulder I heard the sound of a picture being taken. It was the crossing guard, and she had used her iCoffin to preserve my design. "My name is Rochelle Goyle, I must stay here until all of the school is let out," she said. "But there is a cafe down the rue where we can meet when I am finished. Perhaps, if you give me your number, I can send you the picture?" I did not tell her I did not have an iCoffin, but I did manage to get to the cafe in time to secure a table for two.

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