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Joe…

Reflecting on it, I think “medical science” is like trading Maggie over to another kidnapper.  How do we get her out?

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Young Loomis is right.  Josette need not have died a second time.  But should he sense the slightest remorse instead of domination, I have no way of knowing what he might do.  Yet there is a factor that balances all of this, if not outweighs it.  I have been recruited to deal with that Celtic Cretin once and for all.  (My first instinct is to bellow the words “potato famine” and then strike him as he flees the house.)  After laying the foundation for what I might do (hilarious that he thinks me as criminal as he), I was greeted with news that Young Loomis has seen Sarah.  Dearest, dearest Sarah.  If this is another of Angelique’s traps, my heart will burst.  If it is real, I may suffer the same fate.

BC

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Tonight, I did everything I could to talk Carolyn into AT LEAST being nice to her mother.  She’s jealous of Jason and now it seems like she’s jealous of me.  I don’t care about Buzz.  (Well, I do, but that’s not important.)  I just care about Mrs. Stoddard.  Why doesn’t Carolyn?

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Dear Diary,

If I left with Buzz, what would I pack?  I can get by with very little.

I just wish I could take Joe with me.  He’s heartbroken, and all I want to do is hold him.  Is that bad?

C-Sto

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And what am I supposed to feel?  She fled from me near the rocks, and as she ran and as the waves churned, memories of the terrible events that led to Josette’s death crashed within me.  But instead of a death, she ran into the embrace of Mr. Samuel Evans, the father-avatar of this place.  His joy and relief at seeing her once more was matched only by her own.  It was a joy I was never to provide nor savor.  Such is my lot.

I must now countenance the potential that she was never Josette.  Or else, the veil between Josette and Margaret was far more opaque than I ever imagined.  I must find out more.  This age?  This place?  This hell into which I’ve been cast?  I cannot go to my solar demise without knowing its secrets.

Upon my attempt to investigate her fate at the local hospital…

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I awoke to the most terrible and lugubrious task of ending the life of the creature calling itself, by turns, Josette and Miss Evans.  It has vanished.  My quest then, extends outward, and I vow to end this mockery of life with a bitter and swift blow.

Angelique, the scope of your cruel game staggers me.

BC

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