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Journal entry - January 4, late at night
Perhaps it is for the best that I did not realize until just now, when it is nearly no longer true, that today is (for better or, more likely, for worse) my natal day ( Read more... ) -
Barricade...boys...
You're Combeferre!A fount of compassion and common sense, you're Enjolras' right-hand man and occasional conscience. You may or may not wear glasses.
Which Barricade Boy Are You?
*coolly* Really, that sounds a bit more like my son Florian than me.
we need to talk. without the fencing, if you please, my boy? -
(apologies are for the apologetic)
There, Florian, I've done it. Satisfied? -
Journal entry - July 27, late afternoon
July the 27th - Late afternoonThe weather here is as hot as La Jolie in August, though marginally less humid. This invention of a mechanical fan is a very convenient one, however; without it, it would be close to unbearable. My clerk has poor taste in music, I fear - a song called "The Song That Goes Like This"? - and between that, the disagreeable ( Read more... )