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Hello hello meine kindern.
Just returned from a glorious, maddening, faded walk.
By turns sad. by turns exhubarent.
You know the drill.
Do I love him? How can that be? He isn't even real. He isn't even anything.
Have a ruined my life by sleeping? by falling asleep at the key moment. Would that be amusing? Will it one day be an amusing anecdote in my princesses of iceland and ireland screenplay?
I don't think it would ever amuse me. Is this my youth and inexperience talking? Do I know that every love can be erased?
Is it really every love.
The Finest Hour.
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