Dearest Diary,
Once again, I find myself along the coast and considering the sorts of essays I shall review on the morrow on the shore. Nevertheless, I am reflecting on the days previous and eager to share with you. I spent the chief of Sunday engaged in a particular hunt. But to no avail. The sort of pie that I sought was not to be found in any inn in the county. I was most disappointed until I arrived at the University today and located more than ten of them. I purchased the ten. The sheer delight I experienced in devouring one has been unequaled in many months and remains still. If you should happen upon the estate, it is possible I could have one to share. However do not count on it if you do not make haste. I am truly fond of the pastry.
There remain only three lectures in the summer. The next is tomorrow...
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