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Ezri sipped a mug of hot chocolate, spiced enough to satisfy Jadzia and Curzon without completely killing her own taste buds. Balance. She was working on it--and considering she had stopped counseling until she felt she was more in balance, that was probably a good thing. How could she help people when she couldn't help herself? She was more screwed up than most of them. Those weren't exactly wonderful qualifications in a counselor.
In order to figure out who she was, Ezri needed to re-evaulate her life, and make sure the choices she had made are still choices she would make now, as Ezri Dax. Easier said than done.
"What am I doing? Talking to myself obviously, great sign of sanity."
In order to figure out who she was, Ezri needed to re-evaulate her life, and make sure the choices she had made are still choices she would make now, as Ezri Dax. Easier said than done.
"What am I doing? Talking to myself obviously, great sign of sanity."
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"He's a bit old fashioned but maybe someday he'll catch up to Ferenginar."
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Ezri looked Ishka up and down. "How did he take the clothes? Not well?"
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