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Faithful Diary,
Now I know why they say to be careful what you wish for.
My life has gone to ruins since the morning my seductress returned. As promised, I haven't attended another cooking class. I scarcely cook for myself. When I must eat, I order in.
But I don't eat much, anymore. I believe Areshky has stolen my appetite. Food was once a pleasure, but I believe my seductress is jealous even of that. What I do eat is plain. If I treat myself to anything too rich or delectable, I feel ill later on. This must be her doing.
I haven't even had the energy to write in my journal, which has been a mainstay for me since adolescent. Never in my life have I felt so alone.
The day after I slept through the baking seminar I'd signed up to attend, I was scheduled to work my usual ear
