Dearest Diary,
I adore the sound of the rain. I had really hoped that the winter had came and left, but it appears yet another bout of cold weather awaits. The rain, however is a sound most comforting. I have desired little else today than to remain at the estate in the company of a good book.
But as evening has arrived, I find myself in the company of Mr. Seacrest again. Such a gentleman holds a certain appeal for me. Alas he never returned post regarding an arrangement between the two of us. I suspect he was decidedly against the match.
Until tomorrow...
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