Dearest Diary,
The summer months could not possibly wait longer than they have to arrive. I am in desperate need of such rest. Today, I only find the energy to declare the thankfulness I have for the friends that are closest to me. They have been my endurance for the duration of the lessons. Tomorrow is to be another ball in a vast library. It seems an unlikely setting for a ball, but I am most eager for the event. Perhaps it will be the social event of the season.
It shall be determined on the morrow...
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