Oh, for heaven's sake...
MUST they constantly tamper with the water lines?! Praise all I wasn't doing laundry this morning! Instead, I'm picking strawberry bits out of my hair...
[light footfalls, passing between rooms]
Well, it's not blood or alcohol, or...pink..some such, so we might as well be thankful.
[a faucet turns on--mewling]
The faucet seems to be running vanilla in the kitchen...Katrina is certainly enjoying herself. I'm certainly glad someone is. Spoiled thing you are, my dear. If anyone in the apartment is in desperate need of water, there are three shelves full under the stove.
If anyone wants to join me for tea, I'm making a fresh pot now...
[a pause--voice is terminated]
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I've been concerned for a bit now. I feel as though Harry's been--avoiding me. Well, not really -avoiding-, he's just been acting strangely. Hiding away, asking the oddest questions--but he's been in the rarest of moods, utterly...jovial. Needless to say, I'm just completely confused.
Bof--perhaps I'm looking too much into it?
I'm not sure. But...somehow, I have the distinct feeling he's keeping something from me.
Ah, well...