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The snow's over, which is something. It won't get warm until June, but I had a walk round last night while he was asleep.
Pile of papers downstairs, wonder what he'll make of them. Don't want him to laugh - found myself circling and highlighting the nicest houses, like a child
like him sitting on the floor at home, organising my father's funeral for me. Funny, the things you remember.
Owled my grandmother. Wonder what the sequel will be.
Think I found the perfect place, but of course he needs to see it. He looks better.
Frightening to be so happy, particularly when you believe it's going to last.
Joanna Dorny. Did I father you, there seems to be a resemblance? Evan's boy, I no longer think it's sweet that we share a birthday, you're nowhere near as attractive as our grandfather and I don't like your hair. Glad to see the deniziens of Shagwarts are as vicious and useless as ever. Bit shocked about the decline in literacy, however - Professor McGonagall, may I entreat you? Invest in dictionaries.
Life is good.