January 1st

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Books. Why does it always have to be books? Mother, along with the rest of my family, is convinced that I should spend a year in the castle of a foreign country, so that I will learn valuable skills. She also wants me to type out pages on how it went and then sew them into a book, so that I remember the experience. Seriously, when is anyone going to say, "Hey, remember that one time that we sat and had this one conversation?" and actually have me remember? Stupid. Anyways, she went and decided to ship me off to Kyrolea, literally. She knows how much I hate boats, so why not a closer country? Ugh. I'll write tomorrow, even if only at her insistence.



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