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Oftentimes I do believe that life made an egregious error and gave me birth at the jolly old age of twenty. So that, on my upcoming twelfth birthday, I shall not be turning 12 but rather, 32. How very droll, Life. I am not unappreciative of what I have been given, rather I cherish the things with which I have been endowed. I do find, however, that it is rather difficult to amalgamate myself into the social realm of London College. I would rather think on topics that are far advanced beyond 'sports' or 'nipples'. Or giggling because Miss Fairchild's skirt was rather infelicitously tucked into her panty hose, thus showcasing her red and frilly knickers to all of the seventh year boys.
My kingdom for an intelligent conversation!!!
Thank the Heavens for my Lady Lydia. She is, and ever will be, my saving grace. The celebration of her blessed birth is around the corner. And I intend to make it a day to remember for eons to come.
My kingdom for an intelligent conversation!!!
Thank the Heavens for my Lady Lydia. She is, and ever will be, my saving grace. The celebration of her blessed birth is around the corner. And I intend to make it a day to remember for eons to come.