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[dreams_in_red]

[A handwritten entry in neat, slightly loopy handwriting.]This place is very backwards. My own husband doesn't know me and the Doctor wants to be friends. I've had an earlier self of Harry's come to rifle through my memories so I could prove I was really his wife. As if I would lie about such a thing

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[not_from_mars]

I don't blame you, Lucy, desu.

[a pause and an annoyed groan]

I can more or less guarantee to you, desu, that whatever Harold told you about me was either a lie or the manipulated truth, desu.

[not_from_mars]

Oh! And 'desu', it's Japanese, desu. In the language it's used at the end of a sentence to be polite, desu. Just sounds awkward at the end of an English sentence, desu. [scratched out multiple times in irritation]

[not_from_mars]

Of course you wouldn't remember what you told her, desu. You don't remember her, after all, desu. But you must've said something for her to have such a dislike for me, desu, since I can't imagine why otherwise. Desu.

Chan annoyed you, did it, tho, desu? :D

[not_from_mars]

[a bit of an amused snicker]

Sorry, desu. Couldn't help myself.

[not_from_mars]

Usually, desu? Nope, desu.

[not_from_mars]

[transcribed attempt to not laugh at him]

Got that out of your system, desu?

[not_from_mars]

Chan better than the alternative, tho, desu.

[not_from_mars]

8D

[dreams_in_red]

You would think that, wouldn't you, desu.

[not_from_mars]

I would know that, actually, desu. It's something he'd do, desu, especially if he wanted you against me, desu.