Dear Diary,
Snow! Everything was so clean and white when I looked out this morning. Ned was throwing snowballs at Titty as she was returning home after fetching the milk. It looked such fun and I quickly dressed and ran to join them. I had stepped less than three feet from the front door when I was hit full in the face by one of Ned's balls! Can you imagine? I returned indoors and still felt weak from the shock at dinner.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
2 comments:
I fear my first missive has gone awry. I can scarce contain my rising excitement in anticipation of your next entry. The wondrous adventures in your diary are to be most envied. My hand quivered and trembled so uncontrollaby holding my pen that I have splattered ink, again, in the most inconvenient places. Pray understand the brevity of this note as I have much to clean up.
With most sincere regards,
Jacob Astor Dickins
My Dear Mr Dickins,
I can confirm that indeed this is the first instance in which I have made your aquaintance. I thank you for your effort and pray you take more care with your nib in the future.
Yours, equally brief,
Wayne.
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