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[Oct. 28th, 2010|05:22 am] |
I should've known better than to trust anything Miss Fleck gave me. Hasn't changed even a little since when father and I left Coney, all those years ago.
Now whenever I walk past an instrument, it starts playing itself. Mostly Vaudeville songs, of all things.
Father thinks it's amusing. He would, of course. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2010|10:37 pm] |
This is... beautiful. A world like father dreamed of creating...
So many songs in all that surrounds me. It's just like Phantasma was... |
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