The night-long laments for my family are certainly taking their toll.

With each passing day, I look into the mirror and I see a stranger looking back. A girl that looks like me, but with dark, puffy eyes.

The ornaments have found their way back into my room, yet again. The last time I saw them was in the dining room when I demanded to use the mirror. Maybe they can sense my loneliness? What I would not give to speak to them again... or whatever happened that night when they sang.

Oh my, I sound like a poor fellow who has succumb to mercury exposure. I suppose I am rather desperate.

Maybe I need another one of Geroux's special drinks...

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