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Jun 29, 2006 20:51

From the journal of Terence Benjamin Boot

[Clipped to the page is a short, handwritten list of various Muggle bed and breakfasts along the southeastern coast of Britain. The phone number of one located in Dover has been circled.]

29 June, 2001/Canterbury, England

Well, I've finally decided to do it. Three years is long enough to make anyone wait and I know, without a doubt, that I don't want anybody else. No one could fill the space in my heart like she has, and will continue to do until one (or both) of us ceases to exist.

I know it sounds incredibly silly and lovesick, but it's the truth. I also know that now isn't the best time to be planning a future, but I really don't care.

I spoke with Michael to get his opinion on the matter, and his reaction surprised me an awful lot. He seemed... wistful and more than a bit sad at first, but he eventually smiled and said that it was a fucking good thing one of us knew how to cook.

I'm going to take that as a Michael Corner seal of approval.

I think her birthday next weekend would be the perfect time.
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