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Hand delivered note left at Feldane
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I must consider Penelope. But be assured. I am still committed to the idea of not becoming like them.
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The Ugly Truth about Feldane
Dulcinea walks into the coffee house her gown's train trailing behind her two inches, perfectly in style. Her horse, Roux, the one she doesn't ride but who follows her around, is outside peering in the window. Suspiciously ( Read more... ) -
Dear Diary
I am back from wrapping bandages for the wounded. By some miracle, I actually missed Home, and more surprisingly, You Know Who.
It has made me think of a new song. What is more I think I must drop by Feldane tomorrow.
And then there is that rumor I heard of Princes coming into the harbor. Hm. I wonder which? -
Dear Diary
I saw Prince Benedict today.
This reminds me of sizing in ladies gowns. They have resized so that 0 is the new 2, and 2 is the new 4.
Prince Benedict is the New Prat.
He is the black prince and will probably haunt the palace when he dies. -
Dear Diary
Ok.
That was lame, throwing the sugar bowl at Errol.
He didn't deserve it. He had been perfectly gentlemanly, and to tell the truth, rather dashing. Perhaps even breathtaking.
This morning I feel fortunate. -
Dear Diary
This morning I was forced to throw the crystal sugar bowl at Errol Feldane. It felt great. -
Dear Diary: Errol Feldane is a Prat
I've known this for years, but every day there is more evidence to support this claim. Today he sent me an invitation to the Feldane Ball. What a coward! I know he's avoiding me. I know that he knows that I know that he's avoiding me. That's just the kind of ne'er-do-well he is ( Read more... ) -
It was a dark and stormy night - Take I
I remember when I was 8 years old at a ball in honor of my oldest sister. There was a boy there named Errol. He was 8 too. His mother looked like my favorite horse Chaussily, except Chaussily has a longer nose. As for the boy, he trod all over my gown and tore the hem.
