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Chapter 56
A Bottle of Burgundy
Finally, they arrived at the restaurant. It was already bustling with a Sunday dinner crowd. While Levi adjusted his makeup, Floch hurried on ahead so he could warn the staff of the officer's arrival, and so he could get a seat somewhere for himself.
Eren held the umbrella over himself and Levi as they strode from where Floch parked on the side of the street and to the restaurant. Inside, the smells of savory food wafted with warm candlelight, while to the side a violinist played Mozart.
Levi's eyes flicked around from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the dark wood paneling and oil paintings by French artists hanging on the walls. If Eren was aiming for romantic, he sure nailed it!
A waiter greeted them, obviously forewarned that an officer was coming thanks to Floch's boasting. Eren told him that he wanted a booth away from the crowd. Slipping a Mark over to the man guaranteed a good place against a wall, placing Levi to sit facing away from the rest of the restaurant, so Eren could keep a lookout of his surroundings and Levi's face would not be noticed. The waiter set down menus for them and wished them a good evening before hurrying off to the next guest.
As Eren glanced around, he realized that this section must have been reserved, because although the restaurant was crowded, few people sat around them.
"I think we can talk here," he whispered. "Quietly, at least."
Levi glanced over the menu, but it was written in German. He slammed the menu down. "You'll have to order for me."
"My pleasure. What would you like? I know you can't eat certain foods."
"Not that it matters much," Levi grumbled, realizing he had eaten non-kosher food all throughout his life.
"No, no, it's fine," Eren insisted. "If you'll feel more at ease eating something that's not forbidden, then that's what you should eat. I don't want you to feel like you have to eat something bad just to survive. This night is a treat!" He looked through the menu and pouted. "It looks like fish is the most common thing. Probably all that's left is whatever they can catch in the river. Let's see, what is this word in English? Wels. It's a fish, um, has long things on its face."
"You probably mean catfish," said Levi.
"Oh, like whiskers on a cat? Cute!"
"I can't eat it. It's forbidden."
"Oh," he muttered, and Eren continued through the menu. "This pasta with clams sounds good."
"No shellfish."
"What about Hummer … um … oh, I know this one … lobster? I'm surprised they have that here."
"Nope. That's a shellfish too."
"Forelle. It's another fish. Trout?"
"Maybe. It's allowed."
"Oh, this sounds good. Hasenpfeffer. It's a stew. What are those … bunnies! My mother used to make it."
"Can't. Eating rabbits is forbidden."
Eren flipped the menu and kept reading down. "Hey, this one is in French. Cuisses de grenouilles. What's that?"
"Frog legs."
"Oh! You're French, so you like those, right?"
"No, idiot. Not all French people like cuisses de grenouilles, and eating frogs is forbidden."
"What can you eat?"
"Lamb, beef, chicken, ducks, most fish, just not all fish."
"Rouladen! Oh wait, if I remember right, that has bacon."
Levi sank his cheek into his fist. "Just get me a salad."
"No, I want you to eat something good. Ah, here! You said you can eat beef."
"Yes, that's allowed, so long as it's not cooked with milk. No cream sauces with beef."
"This doesn't have that. Karotte? Sellerie? Kartoffel? Zwiebel?"
"What?"
"Sorry, I'm not good with food words. Carrot, celery … um, root things. Oh, I know this one! It's brown, like this," he said, showing with his hands how big it was. "It was in the omelet yesterday."
"Potato?"
"Ah, yes! That. And the other makes you cry when it's cut."
"Onions. Yes, those are fine."
Eren smiled to himself and closed the menu. "You will like this. Now, to drink! What is your favorite wine?"
Levi grumbled, "You're spoiling me."
"Of course I am! It's my last chance. Really, any wine at all."
Levi sighed. This was insane. Still, if he had to leave his country soon, at least he could indulge. "1929 Burgundy. I doubt they'll have any left. It was the best year. '28 if they don't have that one."
"I'll see what we can do. Was immer dich glücklich macht, mein Schätzchen." Whatever makes you happy, my darling.
Levi was about to ask Eren what he said, except right then he heard feet approaching. He made sure to look away as a young, blond man wearing an apron walked up.
"Guten Abend. Ich heiße Nicolo. Was kann ich dir bringen?" Good evening. My name is Nicolo. What can I get you?
Eren put in the order, but there seemed to be an issue. Levi cautiously glanced over as Eren kept asking Nicolo questions, and when he heard one statement, he cursed. Levi saw Eren look directly at him like he was debating something.
"Ich kaufe es." I'll buy it. Eren said that while looking like he had agreed to some sort of challenge. The man thanked them and walked away, leaving Eren scowling.
"Problem?" Levi whispered.
"They have the wine. It's … a bit more than I was expecting."
"I said you don't have to!" Levi said in anguish, barely keeping his voice down.
Eren stretched his hand across the table and clasped Levi's fingers. "This is more for me than for you. I want to know what it's like."
"What what is like? Wasting money on wine?"
"Ich möchte Dich zärtlich verwöhnen, weil ich dich liebe."
"That's not fair. Say it so I understand it."
"I want to pamper you, to know what it's like to take a person out for a romantic evening, to have a nice dinner and a stroll through town with the one you love. I want to know what it feels like to treat that person to a night neither of us will ever forget. I will never be allowed to do that in Germany," Eren told him. "So let me indulge this time. Let me have the chance to know what it's like."
Levi's mouth dropped, and he averted his eyes. He and Petra had their first few dates far out in the countryside only because her parents disapproved. After they announced their relationship, they were able to go through town without any cares. He imagined what it would be like, never being able to publicly express love. What if he had been forbidden from taking Petra out to dinner? What if merely holding her hand and walking by her side had been a crime?
Like this, in disguise, they could at least have this one simple moment together.
Quietly, Levi realized, "You want a romantic date."
Eren looked confused. "Date?"
"It's an American term. I heard it from a Californian pilot in England, that he was dating a girl from Hollywood. A date is taking a person out, spending romantic time together in public. Courtship."
"A date, huh?" mused Eren. "I like that term better than Balz, and it's easier to remember than courtship." He grinned happily at Levi. "I learn a lot from you."
Eren's eyes flicked up past him, and he stared hard at Levi to warn him to be silent. Nicolo returned, showed them the wine bottle, opened it, and poured two glasses. Then he left, and the tenseness eased away from the table.
Levi lifted his glass and swirled the red wine. "So, what exactly did you order?"
"I asked for anything from 1929. They had only this bottle, because it was so expensive, no one would buy it."
Levi looked up sharply. "And you did?"
Eren shrugged. "It's not like I need the money. I earned it, and I want to spend it on something better than cigarettes."
Levi looked at the bottle. Château Latour à Pomerol 1929. This bottle had gone through so much. With the Americans on their way to Metz, it might not have survived the coming bombardment. In a way, they were honoring the winemaster by drinking this, not letting it go to waste, shattered in a barrage of artillery.
Levi held up the glass. "To romantic dates!"
Eren's face lit up with joy. "To my first love!"
Levi rolled his eyes. "Stop that."
"It's true, though. To love!"
"To freedom."
"To peace."
Levi felt a warmth in his heart. "To miracles."
"Yes," Eren whispered. "To miracles."
"À la vôtre!"
"Prost!"
Their glasses clinked, and Levi lifted the wineglass. He first inhaled the aroma before letting the wine slide over his tongue. He gazed thoughtfully at the glass. He went years with no alcohol at all, and he had been drinking only mediocre wine since arriving in Metz. How long had it been since he had a good Burgundy? How long until the next time he could savor this simple pleasure?
"You know," he whispered, looking at the deepness of the red color. "Over the past four years, through the worst of it all—the very worst—there's a place I would think about to keep my hopes alive. A vineyard in southern France. I was young when I went there, fourteen maybe, but I thought even back then, I would like to live in a place like that. A peaceful life, tending the grapes, worrying about the weather and the soil, sipping the product of my hard work."
"You want to be a wine-maker? I thought you wanted to own a tea shop."
"I first tasted tea in England probably … oh, four or five years after that trip. It was the location that left an impression in my mind, such beauty and peace."
Levi gazed off into the sooty darkness of his childhood.
"I mostly knew the filthiest, darkest alleys of Paris. I hadn't even been outside of the city since my mother died. Then one day, my uncle said we were going on a train ride. I had never been on a train. As it turned out, he was heading to Provence for a mission to kill someone, and he brought me along to be used as a decoy, the bastard. He nearly got me shot! Still, I got to see that vineyard. Breathing the clean air, the songs of birds, rolling green hills as far as I could see. I had never witnessed anything like it before! I wonder if that vineyard even still exists, or if this damn war has burned everything." He sipped the wine. "I wonder if the one where this wine came from is still around. I hope so. France without wine is like a fish without water."
Eren smiled at his sentimentality. "So, you would escape to memories of vineyards? I'm glad it helped you to get through everything. You are quite a survivor. I admire that, and I'm blessed to have gotten to meet you."
"You're blessed? Takhshet, I'm the one who would have been dead ten times over if not for you. As much as you irritated me at times," he snapped, "I still feel … no, I know I'm blessed. I don't know what the Lord sees in a bastard like me, but I made it until now, and I don't plan to stop breathing anytime soon."
Eren tipped his glass. "To survival."
Levi clinked glasses to him. "I'll toast to that a million times."
Eren's eyes flicked to the side. "Ich bin froh, dass wir uns treffen könnten. Ich besorg dir alles, was du willst, mein Schätzchen." I'm glad we could meet. I'll get you anything you want, my darling.
He spoke, and Levi turned his face aside bashfully as Nicolo returned. With him was the Black waiter Eren had seen before.
"Is it agreeable for you, Herr Oberleutnant, if Onyankopon serves you?" Nicolo asked, being cautious since Eren was an officer.
"I have eaten here before. I remember him. It's fine." His eyes drifted over to the tall, dark man. "Unlike some men, I'm not afraid of seeing a Negro up close."
The man said nothing, staring more at Levi until Eren began to worry if he could see through the disguise.
Nicolo went on, "Then if it's okay, Onyankopon can attend to any of your needs. Frankly, with how much you paid for that wine, the least we can do is let you have a personal server."
"We just want privacy," Eren said, not liking the way the Black man stared at Levi.
Suddenly, Onyankopon's dark eyes turned to Eren, and in a strong French accent he said in German, "You have a lovely lady with you, monsieur."
Eren felt his blood freeze. Something about the tone of those words confirmed it. This man had figured it out. However, rather than saying anything, the tall waiter merely smiled.
Nicolo clapped his hands. "Well, if you're satisfied with Onyankopon, then I hope you enjoy your evening. Signal him if you need anything."
"Thank you," Eren muttered.
He watched warily as Nicolo hurried off to attend to other customers, and Onyankopon made sure the food was set just right on their table. Then those dark eyes looked right at him again.
"It's rare for a German officer to be okay with my presence, but I suppose you're special compared to the others."
Eren's eyes grew cold.
"I will say nothing. I, too, hope for a time when the people of this land can exist freely being who they are, not indebted to a family's charity…" He glanced again at Levi. "…or relying on disguises. Enjoy your meal…" but then he added in a secretive whisper, "…gentlemen."
Onyankopon gave Eren a friendly wink and a smile before moving aside to give them the privacy they asked for.
Levi carefully watched Eren's face through all this. "What was that about? He wasn't flirting with you, was he?"
"No," he said absently, but realized a moment later, Levi sounded jealous. "Wait, where did you get that idea?"
"He winked at you."
"It's nothing." He did not want Levi to worry that the waiter had discovered his gender.
Levi afforded a quick glance over to Onyankopon. "An African, in a place like this! I'm shocked he hasn't yet been killed."
"He's not much better off than a slave," Eren realized, feeling sympathetic to this man. "Apparently, because of the special wine, he's our private server. This means we won't be bothered and can call upon him for anything."
"More privacy is nice," Levi muttered. He looked down at the meal. A bowl with deep brown broth steamed, with a juicy roast in the center surrounded by potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery, with freshly grated horseradish to the side of the massive bowl. "This … is beef."
"You said that was okay."
"Yes, but … takhshet." He looked up in shock. "Do you have any idea how many years it's been since I've eaten beef?"
"Too long. You're too skinny. Eat up. If you want more, I can order anything you want. How about bread?"
"Yes, bread would be nice." Dipping bread into beef broth! This was something he had not enjoyed since…
Since her.
Eren signaled to Onyankopon, told him to bring bread and butter, and then looked back to Levi, who had yet to take a bite. His face looked like he was in pain.
"Levi?"
"Don't call me that name!" he snapped quietly.
"Ah, right. Louise. Are you okay?"
"In German, you idiot. We shouldn't speak in English here. I will not speak again. Keep the conversation going on your own. For God's sake, pretend I'm some shy German woman!"
Eren looked worried at the sudden change, the suspicion that bordered on panic. This had to be due to a bad memory. He had hoped the meal would make Levi happy. Instead, he was reliving some past pain.
The bread arrived, but still Levi could only stare at the food.
"Das Essen wird kalt." The food is getting cold.
Levi reached for a fork, but his hands were trembling. Why? Why was he remembering her? His emotions wanted to break apart, but he couldn't. He had to eat. He had to. To look normal, to survive.
He had to eat to survive.
Petra's voice whispered in his head. "Allez, mange ton dîner." Go on, eat your dinner.
A shiver ran through Levi's arms. He had to eat.
"Mange avant que ça ne refroidisse." Eat before it gets cold.
"Levi?"
He jolted up as Eren's voice sliced through the pink-tinted memories. Levi shook his head and realized he was gripping the fork so tightly, it had begun to bend.
"Danke," he whispered, knowing he needed to stick to German. "Mir geht's gut." I'm fine.
Speaking English was foolish. Eating here was foolish. He had to act normal now, had to eat, had to smile and act like a woman just to survive.
He took a knife, but Levi paused as he looked at it. His specialty in the military had been bladed weaponry. They were silent compared to guns, and they worked well for assassinations. He glanced around the restaurant with the knife in his hand.
How easily he could have slit a few Nazi throats! However, he would be shot before he could escape this place. Still, in another time and place, he would have taken out a few of these Nazi officers, just casually slit their throats, maybe while they were in the toilet, before slipping away.
He wasn't that man anymore!
He focused on the food. Across the way, Eren looked worried. The last thing Levi wanted was to ruin this dinner with his darker memories. He cut into the dinner and brought the roast beef up to his mouth. Savory juices poured over his tongue. He could barely help but moan in delight.
Eren perked up at seeing Levi's face in bliss. Levi glanced up, the darkness was gone, and a gentle smile was on his lips as he chewed his food.
Yes! This was what he wanted. To treat Levi and give him a pleasant, romantic evening.
Since he knew Levi understood nothing, Eren decided to talk about mundane things about his squad mates, jokes he learned from Connie, a story about an event in Italy when he saved Armin's life, and a funny but pointless retelling of a drunken prank that happened when they were in Paris.
Levi merely listened to his voice. He could get lost in the rise and fall of Eren's words. Although he had no clue what Eren was saying, he let the voice soothe him as he ate. Somehow, just knowing Eren was there made him feel safer. The wine also relaxed him. It really was a good vintage, full of flavor, a perfect complement to the beef.
Under the table, Levi's foot stretched out, seeking Eren's boots. He finally tapped against them, and the shock on Eren's face almost made him laugh. Then with blushing cheeks, Eren's foot rubbed up against his ankle. His hand stretched across the table, and Levi placed his hand on top. Their rings clinked together as they grasped one another's hands.
They both wished time would stop right now, and they could live in this slice of heaven forever.
"Willst du Nachtisch? Um … dessert?" he said, translating in a soft whisper.
"That's too much."
"Not for you," Eren said with a gentle smile.
"We already had cake with our tea."
That was true, and the cake was really rich. Something sweet, but maybe a fruity sweetness instead of sugary. Then his eyes lit up. "Apples!"
Eren waved to the waiter, who rushed to their table. He ordered spiced apple tarts. After Onyankopon left, Eren reached across the table again, gripping Levi's hand as he leaned in closer.
"Was the meal good?" he whispered eagerly.
"It's obvious that the chef must be French."
Eren chuckled softly. "That means you liked it."
Levi shrugged, trying not to react too strongly. "I guess you picked a good dish."
"Wunderbar! Schmorbraten is good. My mother used to make it."
"So did my…" Levi almost said my wife, but his words cut off.
Still, Eren guessed. "So that's why you looked that way. Sorry."
"Don't be. They were happy times." A smile fought on Levi's face. "Her grandmother gave us cast iron pans as a wedding gift. Petra was so proud of them. She loved to use them to prepare dinner … and she was such a lousy cook."
Eren laughed softly. "You told me about her salty, burned cookies."
"Oh, it was more than that! She had no clue how to season anything. She would cook trout and ruin the whole thing with heaps of horseradish. She made lamb chops and drizzled it with a sauce made from peaches, egg yolks, and hot peppers. Once, she thought it would be a good idea to put dill in a cake, all because I had said I liked pickles."
"Eww! You have to be joking."
"I'm not," Levi chuckled. "There was once, she actually managed not to burn her potatoes only because she had layered on mayonnaise and Époisses; we had to take the pan out of the oven as soon as the stench got so bad, we were both retching. The whole house smelled like farts and dirty feet for weeks!"
"Oh Gott, nein!" Eren cried out in laughter.
Levi laughed too, yet suddenly he caught himself and slammed his mouth shut. That laugh was definitely too masculine for his disguise.
Quietly, Levi admitted, "So much reminds me of her." He squeezed Eren's hand and played with his toes below the table. "I can only imagine, how much will remind me of you?"
Eren lifted Levi's hand and kissed it. His thumb circled around the pearl on the ring. "Every time you eat beef, remember her, but also remember this day, this restaurant, this moment together." His lips pressed together as he strained not to cry, but his chest still trembled. "Remember me."
Levi reached up, caressed his cheek, and whispered, "Always and forever."
Eren leaned into his touch and laughed with a sniffle. "I didn't want to cry."
"You're a little boy. I expected you to get all slobbery on me."
Eren laughed again. Indeed, he was acting like a little boy. He gazed at Levi, trying to focus purely on his eyes, not the wig or makeup or anything else. Just those narrow, blue eyes.
He would never, ever, forget tonight!
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Dating – Eren being confused by the word "date" is not just his struggle with English. It was a recent American slang, with "date" as a verb for a romantic liaison not coming into existence until 1903, and "dating" meaning courtship not coming around until 1939. Since it's American slang, Eren would not have learned the word, and Levi would have heard about it from Americans stationed in England.
1929 Château Latour à Pomerol – Levi is right about 1929 being the best year for Burgundies. It's considered to have been one of the best vintages of the 20th century. Today, a bottle of this wine costs $3,160 USD.
Schmorbraten – German for pot roast. I made some in the crock pot this week. Yum!
Époisses (Eh-PWAH-zh) – This creamy cheese was Napoleon's favorite. It is also one of the smelliest foods on Earth. The aroma is so pungent, the French government banned it from public transportation, yet fans of the cheese love its mild taste. (Apparently, it is only the rind that stinks, not the cheese within.) As an unpasteurized cheese, it is banned in some countries like the United States.
The art of making Époisses was almost lost after the Second World War. Men went off to war and died, causing a massive labor shortage, in addition to many dairy farms being devastated by the Nazis. Before the war, there were hundreds of dairy farms making Époisses, yet by the end of the war only two farms were still making the cheese. Post-War France saw a boom in modernization of agriculture. Small dairies were bought up by bigger corporations, and for a time the cheese vanished. Then in 1956, two farmers named Robert and Simone Berthaut sought out anyone with knowledge in the art of making Époisses, and they single-handedly brought it back. It is now called The King of French Cheese and beloved by many cheese aficionados.
To be fair, Petra's plan of cooking Époisses with potatoes au gratin is a way you can serve it. NOT with mayonnaise, though.
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KOSHER FOOD
In the Torah/Bible, God gave the Hebrews dietary restrictions, instructions on how to prepare food, and even how to eat food. Leviticus 11 and Deuteronomy 14 are devoted to laws about eating.
The Torah can be confusing about what food is kosher and what is not, and debates continue to this day about thing like whether the hind side of cows, Moscovy ducks, turkeys, blackberries, asparagus, and some fish are kosher.
Hebrew National, the biggest provider of kosher meat in America, perpetuated a myth that the back half of a cow is non-kosher in their promotional campaign "No Ifs, Ands, or Butts." Jews outside of America will point out that this is ridiculous, the entire cow is kosher so long as you prepare it according to the law (blood drained and de-veined). It takes patience, but it isn't that hard. Nevertheless, Hebrew National's commercials led to this belief becoming widespread through Ashkenazi Jewish communities, and online debates about precisely where the mythical kosher/non-kosher line falls continue.
Part of the issue with eating bird meat is that the Torah doesn't say what to look for, as it does with land animals (must have cloven hooves and chew cud). Instead, it lists a few birds specifically by name. The problem is, different parts of the world call animals by different names. While most Jews are totally fine with eating turkey, some rabbis think turkey is non-kosher because it is native to America, and no Jews were in America at the time of the writing of the Torah. They argue that any animal not native to the Levant must be treated as not kosher.
There's also the issue that Ancient Hebrew is not the same as Modern Hebrew. Atalef means "bat" in Modern Hebrew, but ancient rabbis described the atalef as a bird that lays eggs and nurses its young, which bats definitely don't do. Only echidna and platypuses do, but it's highly unlikely Ancient Hebrews knew what a platypus was. So did atalef apply to a completely different type of bird? We just don't know!
Then there's tinshemet, תִּנְשָֽׁמֶת. No one has a clue what a tinshemet is. Literally, no one! When translating the Torah, Jews will often leave it in Hebrew, but Christians don't like to do that, so they tend to take wild guesses. And there are a LOT of guesses. Where tinshemet is used in lists of birds, some have guessed it is an owl, a swan, a bat, a magpie, a pelican, or a peregrine falcon. In another verse, tinshemet is described as a blind animal that crawls on the ground, and Christians have translated this into mole, snail, or hedgehog. Other places in the Torah list it as a lizard and make it sound like a gecko or chameleon. It's honestly a bit funny to see online message boards of Christians getting vicious over how to translate tinshemet. "It's a mole! No, it's a swan! No you idiots, it's obviously a Palestinian owl! How the hell did you get owl, it's clearly a gecko!" Meanwhile, Jews are like, "Yeah, it's a tinshemet. Just leave it at that." The fact that tinshemet falls into lists with bird, moles, and lizards has led to a theory that tinshemet is a type of dragon that lived underground. (I mean… wow!)
So sorry, Jews: you (maybe) can't eat dragon meat.
While fish seem to be clear at first (the fish must have fins and scales to be kosher) this became debated when microscopes were invented and we discovered that sharks and sturgeons—categorized as non-kosher for thousands of years—actually have scales. Modern rabbis decided it was not their place to say their ancestors were INCORRECT, and instead created a rule that the scales must be visible to the human eye. If someone 4000 years ago couldn't see the scales, it's not kosher, even if biologically it definitely has scales. So, "man is right, God is wrong." (That's not me being cheeky! Rabbis argued precisely that in the Talmud—that man's interpretation of the law, not God's intent, is what is correct. Or better put, "The God of the Talmud cares so much about open debate that He approves of His people challenging His opinion, in His own voice.")
Rules on what is and isn't kosher have led to some of the hottest debates in Jewish law, and considering that in America you can be arrested for knowingly serving a Jew non-kosher food, making sure food is not forbidden is very important in the food industry.

Resources:
- https://www.myjewishlearning.com/article/food-laws-in-the-bible
- https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/113424/jewish/Kosher.htm
- https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/is-muscovy-duck-kosher
- http://www.thekosheromnivoresquest.com/blog/cow-butts-are-kosher
- https://www.myjewishlearning.com/article/traditions-and-counter-traditions
- http://www.rationalistjudaism.com/2014/03/thats-bats.html
- https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/1182104/jewish/All-About-Kosher-Fish.htm
- https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/352329/jewish/The-Walls-of-the-Study-Hall.htm
- https://forward.com/opinion/451197/in-the-talmud-god-admits-he-is-wrong-and-laughs-theres-a-lesson-there-for/
- https://www.nytimes.com/1983/09/28/nyregion/nonkosher-food.html
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Hey, it's Rhov!
It is now November and the start of Nanowrimo. For those who don't know, it stands for National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write 50,000 words of a novel within 30 days. It's a month dedicated to writing, and normally, I take the entire month off to participate. Instead, I took two very large chapters and broke them down into bite-size pieces.
So, through November, I will (hopefully) still be updating weekly. There is a lot about to happen, and luckily it is already written, so I can focus on my project.
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