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I’m so glad that it is cold in Scotland, now. I was planning on visiting home for the Holidays, but since I've always gone home for the past few years and Mother and Father just moved to somewhere in Romania in te fall, it wouldn't really feel like home for me, anyway. Luka said he would send me a present, though.
Winter doesn’t last very long here, I've heard. I suppose the solution is to wear lighter clothes during this summer. Going back at the end of the year will be amazing. I've only seen the castle in pictures my mother has sent me.
I'm not feeling very well. Mother needs to send me a certain item early; I ran out yesterday, possibly because of my lengthy, stressful studies. Otherwise I'll be agitated for a fortnight. Of course, I'll never tell you what it is that I need. Be sure that it is something illegal and dangerous.
Xanthippe is a wonderful bird. I wish I had something to feed her other than blood-flavoured lollipops.
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