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  <title>Amycus Carrow</title>
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    <email>badfairy@gmail.com</email>
    <name>Amycus Carrow</name>
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  <updated>2012-01-10T01:24:43Z</updated>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2012-01-09T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2012-01-10T01:00:17Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-10T01:24:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a while, but I've finally returned home for good. When Alecto told me we were heading out for supplies, I wasn't expecting her to drag me out of the bloody country. It turned into something of an expedition, hopping from one city to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice change, not being tied down to one place. Unfortunately everything had to come to an end, and here we are, back in Knockturn Alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that the longer you're out of work, the harder it is to get back into the swing of things. It's coming back to me, why we got away from all of this for as long as we did. I'll miss the days of not having to deal with customers who demand things we don't have in supply, or items we've never carried. Of course me telling them to fuck off isn't good for business, so I'm forced to bite my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you are free game though, so proceed with caution.</content>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2010-01-06T15:01:00</title>
    <published>2010-01-06T20:09:38Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-06T20:09:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I pity whoever thought 1981 would make all the problems of 1980 just &lt;i&gt;magically&lt;/i&gt; disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it were that easy.</content>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2009-10-03T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T00:35:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T00:44:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Congratulations&lt;/i&gt;, to all of you who received the Order of Merlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;i&gt;heroic&lt;/i&gt; you all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's a shame that one of you won't be able to receive the award directly. How...sad. I do hope it was worth all the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a cigarette.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:amycus_carrow:2023</id>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2008-09-23T02:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T07:13:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T07:17:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Vivica's getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivica Avery is getting married to Avery Sloan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite the match up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt; if I get an invitation, because the only way I would is if she wanted it to be some sort of &lt;i&gt;joke&lt;/i&gt;. Inviting &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; to her &lt;i&gt;wedding&lt;/i&gt;. Like that would really happen anyway, after everything. We do have quite the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be hilarious if he took on her last name, though. Avery Avery. &lt;i&gt;Classic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that this is irking me as much as it is? I shouldn't care. It wouldn't have been right, her and I. We wouldn't have been the perfect, happy couple holding hands in public. Or, I don't think we would have been. It wouldn't make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't Alecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. It's been 3 months since I've written in this bloody journal. It could be because I have nothing new to say. Things have been pretty static. It's really quite obnoxious. Hopefully things will get a bit more interesting soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:amycus_carrow:1568</id>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2008-06-10T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T21:46:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T21:46:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Alecto]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;It's his fucking Birthday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Alecto]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:amycus_carrow:1476</id>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2008-05-16T13:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-16T18:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-16T19:44:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept properly since the funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think that's the only reason why I haven't been able to sleep, just one on a list of many. It's definitely on there though. My head has just been in so many places at once. I can't sit still for a long period of time without a million thoughts rushing through my head. I try to just lay there, and stare at the ceiling, hoping that eventually I'll just pass out from &lt;i&gt;boredom&lt;/i&gt;, but it doesn't work. Even when I do fall to sleep, with help from potions, I wake up 2, maybe 3 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure if Alecto has noticed, since I don't get up until she does. I don't want her too. I don't need her worrying about me more than she already does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't believe Regulus is gone, though. I think I'd be able to accept it more if there had been a body at the funeral, as morbid as that may seem. Just the &lt;i&gt;idea&lt;/i&gt; of him being gone isn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is dragging by so slow. A minute seems like an hour, an hour seems like a day, a day feels like a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking sick of May. 16 days gone, 15 more to go.</content>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2008-05-05T15:05:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T19:21:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T19:21:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regulus is &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was he &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;? Stupid ass, he had to go and get himself killed betraying the Dark Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it...&lt;i&gt;damn it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it have to be &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be around much on Saturday.</content>
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    <title>amycus_carrow @ 2008-04-14T13:11:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T17:14:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T17:14:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a while.</content>
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