I knew a good thing couldn't last.

Mar 17, 2006 20:32

Christine and the Vicomte have made up and are more giddy-in-love than ever. I could feel my teeth rotting from the sugary-sweetness of it all.

Crestfallen, I've decided that a midnight walk through the Bois might be in order. Such activity is typically advised against; but considering my mood, I am half-hoping for a criminal or five to accost me for the sheer pleasure of ending their miserable lives. One doesn't get such good exercise hanging around a cellar.

Your obedient friend,
O.G.
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