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The rumors about Miles seem to be spreading easily enough. Someone's started asking about, though, and I can only assume it's her boyfriend. The attractive Mr. Summerby. I don't know why I bother. I think I should just stop. Honestly. He's probably not worth the effort, anyway. Few men are.
Speaking of men - or ones who might be worth at least some effort - I still haven't really spoken to Quentin. But I think things...might be getting better. A bit. Which is nice, I suppose. Some of the tension has left me where he's concerned. I think things will straighten themselves out. He's been rather quiet lately, though - I mean, moreso than usual. I've been...well. I've been tempted to follow him on his trips to the Owlry. But I don't think he'd appreciate it. We're not back to the way we were, after all. I hope
My brothers are idiots. I've finally discovered what it is they're up to. Involved in the attacks on Ireland. I. Don't really know what to think. Evidently it wasn't their idea, though. They're easily led, I suppose. Which is still not an excuse for exposing the family to the consequences of their actions - they evidently didn't take any precautions. I'm not sure who's idea it was, but I don't suppose that's particularly important. The point is - they're idiots. And there's nothing we can do about it now.
I'm tired of writing in this thing. It accomplishes nothing and actually makes me feel like I'm complying with that batty old man's wishes. Which I'm not.
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I trust everyone is enjoying this rather cloudy Wednesday? It's a nice change, considering the weather has been entirely too perky for my taste the last few days.
Morag
The rumors about Miles seem to be spreading easily enough. Someone's started asking about, though, and I can only assume it's her boyfriend. The attractive Mr. Summerby. I don't know why I bother. I think I should just stop. Honestly. He's probably not worth the effort, anyway. Few men are.
Speaking of men - or ones who might be worth at least some effort - I still haven't really spoken to Quentin. But I think things...might be getting better. A bit. Which is nice, I suppose. Some of the tension has left me where he's concerned. I think things will straighten themselves out. He's been rather quiet lately, though - I mean, moreso than usual. I've been...well. I've been tempted to follow him on his trips to the Owlry. But I don't think he'd appreciate it. We're not back to the way we were, after all. I hope
My brothers are idiots. I've finally discovered what it is they're up to. Involved in the attacks on Ireland. I. Don't really know what to think. Evidently it wasn't their idea, though. They're easily led, I suppose. Which is still not an excuse for exposing the family to the consequences of their actions - they evidently didn't take any precautions. I'm not sure who's idea it was, but I don't suppose that's particularly important. The point is - they're idiots. And there's nothing we can do about it now.
I'm tired of writing in this thing. It accomplishes nothing and actually makes me feel like I'm complying with that batty old man's wishes. Which I'm not.
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I trust everyone is enjoying this rather cloudy Wednesday? It's a nice change, considering the weather has been entirely too perky for my taste the last few days.
Morag