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Wish me luck tonight, my darling…
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37th Letter
There is something alluring about seeing a figure that used to bloom brightly, eventually lay it’s head to rest.
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36th Letter
Oh, what does it matter. This is no opus. This is a diary. Nothing of artistic merit. This is just an artist’s whine.
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34th Letter
I’m slowly learning so many things in life. Please be patient with me, and how I haven’t kept my word. With this road, that is. This day had definitely helped to shape my behaviour. Let’s hope the costs stay low.
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Old Shady Bars – Macanudo Café Maduro
On the way to town, Mable told me that we should pick up some cigars, as well. I found out he smoked the sticks I left him. He must have been stressing out again. I could feel it in the air, back at the house. So, fair enough
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33rd Letter
The empress liked to take upon too many burdens. She always has. She always took the role of someone who could make everything better. A noble ambition, indeed. There’s a reason why she was the empress of our house. But there is only so much that a single person can manage.
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31st Letter
Nowadays I only ever interact with those I deeply trust. My circle is nothing like it ever used to be. Who could blame me? A good many walked out.
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My New Staple – Flor de Oliva Maduro
The Flor de Oliva didn’t taste like budget to me. Shit was good. Especially after a few minutes once you’ve burned through the first light. I think this maduro is going to be my staple.
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Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 