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Oct 25, 2008 13:27

Let's pretend, for a moment, that this place makes sense, which is a dreadful thing to want to do, I shall confess, because one simply shouldn't need to pretend a place is sane. It's quite a silly place, really, but there must be something here that makes everything better, or something marvelous to make it less frightening. I fear I may be a trifle more than confused as to how I arrived here than I was before, for you see, sailing by ship across the Altantic should not deposit me in the middle of Canada, even if there is a lovely sea port on the edge of town, we are not, from what I have noticed, on the coast of Canada. It is dreadfully curious though, that I had always wanted to come see the colonies, but my mother and sister were very much against it. Yet, here I am, alone without a chaperone, and what do I do? I get hit on the head with a rather large beam from the ceiling. I am terribly sorry to the owner of that inn for all the repairs they shall have to endure, but really, if you know your building shall not be safe to inhabit, why have people inhabit it at all?

I do miss Dinah something awful though. She was dying, you see. She lived quite a few many years, but recently it was not difficult to see how despairing she was of life. Life it seems was not her close friend. She was never quite well after her last litter of kittens, or, perhaps, it was Kitty's first litter of kittens that set her down this terrible road. She must be long dead by now. They all would be.

Oh, what a terrible thought. Let's pretend I never had it.
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