I found this journal hidden away under my rack in the tiny closet I call my quarters. It's a fancy leather-bound thing, and I can't remember where it came from. I think it was a gift from grandmother, because I'm pretty sure I didn't buy it. In any case, I thought I'd give a try at writing in it to keep my thoughts straight. The last few weeks have been so hectic that I think it can't hurt.
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(OOC: If it's good enough for Dee, it's good enough for me.)

( A Short Profile of Felix Gaeta )