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Now is the time for the profound, and I am bereft.  Does this day need a journal entry?  I shall never forget this date, for Uncle Jeremiah is dead, and it was by the pistol held by the hand that writes this now.

I am engaged, by my word of honor, to Angelique.

Dearest uncle.  Dearest, dearest uncle.

BC

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