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[Jun. 12th, 2008|12:20 am] |
Peter, something's wrong with Ma. I'm flying to the city right now to find her.
I've got my phone if you need me. Stay safe, little brother. I love you. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|04:35 am] |
Owning a toy store isn't actually as bothersome as I'd feared it would be. Most of my employees already know what they're doing, so there's truly very little for me to do.
( Ed, I had a little something sent to you. )
What is there to do in London? I'd like to visit some museums, get to know the culture here. Your machina's different from what I'm used to. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|08:33 am] |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|06:54 pm] |
This place is still strange to me, most of the things and places I remember from home are here, but they're just out of place enough to remind me that I'm not home. Annie says I've been here before, though I don't remember it.
The city is just as vibrant and bustling as it is back home, which is refreshing as much as it's frustrating. At least here I don't have to worry about Harrick and his ill-fated revolution. Of course, it means I have to worry about everything else twofold.
In any case: I need to think, anyone want to come to the park with me? Feed the geese? |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|11:36 pm] |
No champagne Thursday(s) this week. :( |
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