Cadwalladers.
Have I? I don't know. I mean, I guess [...] I'm a bit stressed, I suppose?
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Like, I'm trying really hard to make this Christmas better than the last and I don't know if I'm succeeding, and the Lestranges and whomever keep... doing whatever this is, and I feel like shit every time I have to just sit here and take it because otherwise they might murder everyone. I don't know. [...] I'm worried about you and Baz and what if we get cau everyone else, and I just want you to be happy. But I'm not sure how to do that. I'm trying, but I feel like maybe I keep coming up short. I love you, and I'm sorry I don't always succeed at you know, everything. I don't mean to worry you, I'm just under a lot of pressure, that's all.