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[troublemagnetxp]

So.

Matt is dead, I'm not allowed near the Cullens, and most of the rest of this friends' list is. ...I don't even know.

And it's snowing outside. Has been for days. I hate snow.

Life is great. Yep. Just wonderful.

Comments

[coolhanded]

It will be over before you know it, Bella. I promise that it will not going any longer than absolutely necessary.

This is Carlisle. I saw fit to finally create one of these journals. Another way to keep in touch, if you think about it. Esme sends her love.

[fallsoffstuff]

Thank you, darling.

[coolhanded]

Esme, I had not realized you were creating your own journal. This does make the situation much more manageable.

[fallsoffstuff]

After you created one, I was the only one in the family without one, so it only seemed practical.

[coolhanded]

Ah, you are correct, of course. It would not be wise to share password, would it? Not with the various warnings circling around advising against doing so. What is the world coming to, Esme?

[fallsoffstuff]

Probably not the best idea, no. Especially with what's going on. I wish it wasn't like this.

[coolhanded]

As do I. It is inevitable, I'm afraid. We can only do what we must and nothing more.

[fallsoffstuff]

True.

[coolhanded]

Ah. :)

[fallsoffstuff]

Precisely. ;)

[liquid_topaz]

Carlisle!

[coolhanded]

Hello, Edward. Am I late to this fascinating internet party?

[liquid_topaz]

Never too late, Carlisle. Rosalie and I have been doing well on our social comment quotas.

[coolhanded]

Excellent. I am afraid that I must be very behind. You young ones and your social abilities. You out class all the old men and women.

[liquid_topaz]

Of course. The honorable Dr. Carlisle Cullen, the most senile physician in all of Forks. However do you manage it?

[coolhanded]

Honestly, I have no idea, Edward. All these years behind me. You would assume that I have the ability for socializing to a extremely high degree.