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Hey, how the fuck did I get a picture of me and Juliet together when nobody took any? What is this?

Woah! I just found a picture of me with the Teen Titans from my dreams. This is so crazy. I'd ask how this is possible, but considering everything else that has happened, I shouldn't be surprised that something like this is possible. Now I have to decide where to put it.

I love the snow. The ethereal dance of it across the lawn and trees coating in white stillness. The fading animal tracks in the snow-- birds, cats, deer, rabbits, dogs-- each padding across the propriety before disappearing into the coming day. A snapshot on the hidden world beyond my kitchen window.

It almost too tempting to abandon my efforts here and to run out into the falling snow. Make snow angels, maybe a create a few small snowmen with baby carrot noses, but I know have more orders to complete before I can unchain myself from the ovens, and after that I will need to go to bed to be awake in time for Sunday mass and then lunch with Hannibal.

This week the holiday dessert demonstration at the school was a success. The children were a delight to teach and quite excited spirit away self-made yule logs to their family for enjoy over the holidays. Thank you, Regina, for granting me to opportunity to work with younger students. I truly have missed that.

After the holidays, I will have more time to visit the city, to go out, perhaps meet and socialize with the Orange County community more, but for now the Christmastime demand for pastries and catering orders for parties take precedence.

Today I found a beautiful present on my doorstep with a simple faded photograph of the Lecters family in Lithuania. Ah! Mama looks beautiful in her splendor, Father so distinguished and proud, Hannibal young but studious, and I look like a dainty blonde moppet. Upon closer inspection, I noticed something odd. For the life of me, I cannot recall ever have worn such a bracelet. Did I lose it? I will make a note to ask Hannibal about it later today.

Still, the snow makes me smile and I am still taking orders for New Year's...

How did these pictures appear? I'd really rather not have any photographs of the tear generator in this universe. The technology is far too dangerous, and this could help anyone who wanted to replicate it

The old fashioned clothing does make us both look quite distinguished. Perhaps I'll scan it into the computer and remove the machine with Photoshop.

Right there on my nightstand is a picture frame with a gold bow on it. The face its enclosing is quite...

... well. I was going to remove the picture and keep the frame. I still have no idea how it ended up here, but the frame is quite nice. Only I don't know the man in the photo at all...

But I can't seem to make myself throw the picture out. There's just a certain something about it.

Wait what?

Who the hell are these people?

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And why are they showing up with me in a picture?

Did anyone else get mail from the future? What's going on? I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING

Is there some sort of like Liam Neeson threat going on here? Has someone stolen people who are my friends in the future? I have friends in the future??

What's-
How-
I'M SO CONFUSED

IS ANYONE ELSE GETTING MAIL FROM THE FUTURE?

How sweet! A photo of Hawke, Varric, myself, Sebastian, Aveline, Anders, Fenris and Merrill! How on earth did whomever you are get this? Varric, Aveline, Anders, and Fenris aren't even here, as far as I know.

Okay so there are names written on the back of this picture I got and I was wondering if anyone in it might be around, maybe we can talk and figure this out. So if you are on this list or know someone who is let me know? I would really appreciate it.

Tim Drake
Cassandra Cain
Bruce Wayne
Damian Wayne
Barbara Gordon
Kara Zor-El
Dick Grayson
Wendy Harris

I really love Christmas. I hope everyone enjoys our Christmas party on Christmas Eve. It should be fun.

I'm really enjoying all of this cold weather. I love sweaters and anything that makes me realize that I'm alive and not dead like I am in my dreams.

I don't even know what to do anymore. There was a zombie my dream. A girl who was falling apart, dead. But she was walking and talking. Her body was decaying though. It was gross and she was annoying at first but then it was just so sad.

Who the hell is Anastasia Steele?

I woke up to a photo of people framed on my nightstand.

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I don't know what to say, but thank you. This photo makes all the madness, all of the ... whatever it is I've gone through - it makes it worthwhile.

Do we know how these photos got here yet? Mine is ...

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I want to burn it. But I doubt I can.

It sounds like pictures are going around! I'm quite pleased with mine. Everyone from when I joined MI:13.

Autographed! I'll be in the corner, fangirling.

Everyone else gets some meaningful picture and whatever cruel science troubles us gives me one of her. Completing a test. THIS IS PORN TO ME

Sometimes I think it's time to retire. But then I'd just lose my mind from boredom.

Oh.

My god.

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Dear Orange County. Not funny.

Huh. Pictures. Well, this place is certainly random.

Got a picture of my family back home. Stupid annoying dad and my twin sisters. Apparently Rukia was also in the picture, and Orihime you were in it too. And some stuffed lion of my sister's. And Chad, and some dork from school before named Uryu.

So, I made it to New York even with the snow in Orange County. Had a good weekend with my mom and Paul. Mom did some decorating, but left a lot of the apartment undecorated so I could help. That was really nice. Everything was nice and normal until this morning. When I woke up, not only was there an Orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt at the end of my bed, but on my desk there was a picture of me, Annabeth and a bunch of other kids, who I assume are also demi-gods, on some ship. Not only do I not recognize any of the names on the back of the picture, but I'm a lot older in the picture then in my recent dreams. I'm twelve in my dreams and I must be at least seventeen in the picture. It's kind of cool, but now I really wanna know who they are other then just names.

So, I'll be spending tomorrow helping my mom cook and hopefully Skyping with Annabeth later tomorrow night so we can open our presents to each other. Then later this week I'm gonna ask her about my dad.

I got a picture of me and my dream bestie, Morgan! See, isn't he cute?

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Drinking after work with the gang was fun, I kinda miss it here.

This picture. I don't even know what to think of it. It's me and Amy from my dream, although you can only see the side of her face and there's a baby and I'm kissing her head. If it weren't for the dream I had last week I'd think this whole thing was mad. Actually, I still think this is mad. I'm not entirely sure what to do with this.

I've heard a thing or two about this network, so I thought I'd check it out, though I'm not technically a resident of Orange County. I'm Lara Raith and I'll probably be in town frequently until I've caught up with my darling little brother.

Until then, what is there to do here other than commute into LA for work?

Wow. So not only am I the Tom Sawyer in my dreams, but now I have a picture of me and Huck Finn on my desk. It's even in black and white. It's probably not worth asking how this is possible, is it?