Continued, Carnival Fantástico

Dovie. Today I got into my first fight.

With whom? And, more importantly, did you win?

With some officer’s son at school. He called me a dud because he said I have no friends. But I do have friends. Loads of them.

And yes. I knocked him right on his sorry ass.

Such language! I’m so very proud.

Who are these friends you have, by the way? I have never seen them. Are they imaginary? Are they in the room with you right now?

You can tell me, I won’t judge…too harshly.

There’s Dona Bria, Senor Duenas, and Victoria.

The governess. The gardener. And the maid. They hardly count.

There’s you.

Honestly, sometimes I think there’s no one in this world who gets me more than you. I swear I miss you even though we haven’t been in the same room together since we were ten. Is that weird?

I don’t know. But I quite like weird.

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