I watched Pride and Prejudice at last. Why this should suddenly make me violently homesick I cannot tell. After all, it is a Regency setting, not a period I ever admired. Yet I am slain with grief for what I can't have. I know this feeling is a lie, that I want a phantasm, a past I never really knew, a time and place not truly mine. I want to go
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But I think you remember that nice restaurant in the next town over. If, sometime soon, you'd care to go get dinner there, let me know, ma belle.
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