The lilac garden.

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So the idea became something more than just an idea once two or three people had thoroughly talked it over, but the base elements comprising the thing that happened was Frederick finding a wallet by the fountains in Hendrick Park

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Derek shrugs off taking things seriously; that's why.

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It was good, I guess, but that whole thing makes me look like kind of a jerk in some ways, don't you think? I think i anyone would appreciate just how much time, energy and money I put into throwing parties for people who are going to end up too drunk to remember them anyway, one or two of you might be able to understand where I'm coming from. And I don't mean battleships off the coast of dead nations, either. That party was especially taxing on me, being that our theme was having to do largely with being out-of-hand rich and out of touch; it took more money than I myself can afford to pay for the champagnes alone. If not for a few strokes of good luck and some secretive violence against unsuspecting townsfolk we would have had to feign a few things, which as you know already, just isn't my thing.

Oh, and Lyle? What you did on the balcony is disgusting. I understand that you were probably in a very odd place what with that strannge circumstance involving Kearcy Alvin and all, but you know, I can't tell if you meant to sound like you did that on purpose or what, or if it was just some cruel piece of accidental theory.

I'm very glad you had a nice time, though, and you know that no matter what, you're always welcome to my parties. Dance it up, prince ass shaker. I'll talk to you this weekend. Okay? Oh, and Miami sucks worse than London did.

Your friend,
Frederick.