Bonjour!

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Bonjour tout le monde!

It's been some time since I have been here... And now I have a new girl typing for me, a new group of... well, of acquaintences, I suppose, with whom to share her, and an entirely new journal as well. *bright smile* Just the same, I am the same old me, the same Musichetta. ...well, not the same old Mus

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*clasps her hands melodramatically* O, Monsieur Courfeyrac! How I have pined for thee, in the dark, lonely hours of the morning! *laughs* How are you, m'sieur?

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*presses the back of her hand to her forehead in the classic 'Woe!' pose* Courfeyrac riddles very prettily! Alas, dear friend, if I am to blame for your sad condition, I am truly sorry! Being not but residue can't be very comfortable. Is it difficult to get around as a patch of grease, hmm?

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I certainly hope not, mon prince, though one never knows, does one? However, I plan to stay here for quite some time.

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Ah, now, one cannot ever tell what for-ever shall bring - but I can safely say that at this moment, I am here, wanting to be so for-ever. Is that good enough for you?

*vaguely* Are you? How utterly delightful for you that must be. Has someone been going about saying you aren't? ...do they say you're a lady, instead, or simply a ruffian?

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Typist: ...yeah, so, Sq has the memory of a dead daffodil, and consequently, so does 'Chetta. Has someone been saying you aren't? ....BESIDES ME COS I AM DUMB? dur. Sorry.
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Ah, now, one cannot ever tell what for-ever shall bring - but I can safely say that at this moment, I am here, wanting to be so for-ever. Is that good enough for you?

*vaguely* Are you? How utterly delightful for you that must be. Perhaps you are and perhaps you aren't, but it's really just a matter of degrees, is it not? I've been told myself that I'm no lady. The words the speakers chose to replace 'lady' with were less than complimentary, but I shall give you no such epithets to re-label yourself, Adrien. ...well, unless you want some.

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Typist: ...oh. That. ...Firstly, Musichetta + innocence = does not compute. Secondly, er... Yeah. ...SHINY!

But eternity, as the poets would have us believe, can be found in one moment. You talk very prettily, but you must remember your poets!

Those who call me names, m'sieur, are - ....

...are quite probably correct.