Dearest Diary,
In a matter of minutes, I am to away to the next county to instruct a music lesson. However, at the present I am eager to write to you and remit that I have heard once more from a long-time acquaintance who expects to visit soon. You know him as Mr. Radar. I often admit that I waver back and forth on his affection. Does he or doesn't he hold such feeling for me, I wonder.
Perhaps once a year, he journeys down for the warmer air and sunshine that is so very prevalent in this county. And it is nearing that particular time of year. His most recent letter however states that he should like to postpone such amusement until this year has passed. It makes better sense, he believes, to visit such a climate when it is quite the opposite from what passes at home. And there is much entertainment to attend to on the eve of a new year. I cannot agree with him more and it allows for other such travel when the summer arrives.
I maintain, however that I feel nothing stronger than friendship for the gentleman. It has become imperative that it be so, for you know how quickly I might be swayed. I must remain firm on the point.
Apart from such correspondence, although I have been delinquent as of late at taking a turn about the grounds, I am delighted to inform you that I am since recovered from the cooler weather and shall be back to the paths of the estate on my (until recent) usual walk. These walks seem to afford many ponderings and I enjoy them immensely.
Perhaps you should like to join me tomorrow...
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