Dear readers,
I have been neglecting my post; for in truth, little of interest has occasioned upon me as of late. Or perhaps I have simply tired of writing. At any rate, the studying of 19th-century British literature has been taking up the greater part of my attentions, and accounts for the flowery (yet amateur) prose which now flows from my fingertips. There was one incident where I found myself lost, cold, and alone (save for the foxes) in East London until 6 am last weekend... but it seems so distant now, it hardly feels right to recount it. Never fear however, as I have a busy social calendar arranged for this weekend, and one can only hope, will be worthy of numerous tales of debauchery and merriment. After all, a young lady must make the best of the final days of her 21st year...
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I'm going to be lost and alone, hopefully warm however, in London soon enough. I love you're writing, miss.
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