And I’ll lock myself in my room and write. I’ll scream at the top of my lungs. Then one day I will walk out and yell to the driver that I wish to go into town. I will kiss her deeply, shake Alder’s hand and return with groceries from Mr. Florence and make us tea. I’ll request my day cravat and explore the grounds. Then we’ll go swimming in the pond.
All will be well.
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