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Bah, I do not ordinarily write in a journal. It is a waste of time! Why would you spend so much time writing about life when you could be out there living it? It does not make sense to me.
But now I have plenty of time to write, because I am being kept from going out there and living by this thrice blasted sore throat! I hate being ill more than anything. Being stuck indoors is such a trial to me. I have no one but Grandmama and Daphne for company! Of course, Daphne is not so bad, but after a while of uninterrupted company with anyone one is bound to be a little tired. I wish for variety in my social interactions!
Actually, more than anything, I find myself wishing that I could converse with Lieutenant Lorry. I...well I think that I may be a little bit fond of him. I realized this before I became ill, when I ran into him and his little niece, Lulu. I helped him find a muff to purchase for her.
Bah! I do not wish to be fond of him. There is very little chance, after all, of him ever thinking of me as more than a mildly irksome friend. I am French, and silly to boot. Were I to 'set my cap' at him, as the saying goes, he would probably find the entire idea laughable.
This is why I had planned to never be fond of anyone, in this manner. How very inconvenient! I shall simply put him out of my mind. That's all there is to it. It can't be that difficult. ...Can it?
Anyway, I am tired of writing, so I am going to go...sigh...read, I suppose. There isn't much else I can do. I hate being sick.
-Cosette
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girls just wanna have fun
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