Dearest Diary,
Although the greater part of the afternoon was one of sheer Happiness, I cannot say the same of this very moment, for it was not but moments ago I was conversing cheerfully with Mother when my carrier pigeon expired most dramatically before my very eyes. He has not, as yet been revived and my conversation with Mother has been on haiatus ever since. And for clarity's sake, Lady Pigeon is quite well and resting peacefully at my bedside. But rather my carrier pigeon was exhibiting the most peculiar behaviour this evening and now at its presumed demise, I cannot help but grow increasingly hopeless of his ever returning to my servitude.
I am obliged at times to swallow the words that spill forth from my mouth, for not thirty seconds ago, the miraculous revival of the bird occurred and I am to resume said conversation in only a few short moments. Before I do, however, may I remit how impressively joyful I find myself in the company of the schoolchildren these past weeks. This is not a common occurrence for I am not afraid to admit that they often tire me exceedingly. Nevertheless, in the previous fortnight or so, I have enjoyed them greatly, and such joy could only be improved with the revelation of a potential suitor. Perhaps tomorrow?...
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