Note: This autobiographical account was written by Meryl, who's modeled for me a few times before.

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I don't have many common interests with Rowan, though he's a smart enough boy. He does have a fondness for gardening, but I'm very particular about how my rooftop garden is arranged and cared for, and prefer to keep that work to myself. He helps around the house when asked, but he forgets things all too easily, and tends to make new messes as quickly as he cleans them. I started with rolling eyes, impatient sighs, and the occasional pointed glare over pursed lips. I told him I was going to have to take more drastic measures with him soon, and though he babbled out his assurances to the contrary it wasn't yet the second week of October when I had reason to take him to task.