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Jan 25, 2006 18:52

*In shaky handwriting* The shivering and coldness haven't stoped. Last night was terrible. I barely got any sleep. This morning was so hard to get up for classes. I had to put a charm on myself every half an hour. Food isnt going down either. Rita came by and we had a nice talk this evening. She poured out all the gossip of the whole school into little pale me. I enjoyed it, it kept my mind off of other things. It seemed to make her happy too, she was in her element.

You must excuse me. I'm not feeling well lately. I have come down with a cold. Please excuse the bags and pale skin. I should shake it off rather soonI hope.



Dear Mama,
Im sure the rose cottage will be just fine for Tripp. I told you not to pour all of that bottle onto the plants. You will regret that. hoping all else is well.

Love,
Stroughther
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