Rantings and ravings

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Dear you,

I've been wondering a bit about you. Of course, you can't tell me anything about yourself, but that's okay. I'll just tell you stuff about me, to make up for it. Okay, I'll start.

Hi, I'm Rosemund Pike. I absolutely detest my name because it sounds like something out of a Victorian novel. I told She-who-shall-not-be-named this, but she yelled at me and told me to get off the phone. But that's okay; she hasn't been the same sine the accident.

The accident was a total mistake; nobody expected it. It just zoomed out of the forest like a deer, directly into my headlights. It hit us like a tsunami; big, devastating and evil. It changed us all.

It took away Daddy, and well...She-who-shall-not-be-named was also kinda lost to me as well. She loved Daddy with all her heart, and when he left, he brought her heart, all neat and safely tucked into his boots, like he used to do with receipts, and disappeared. She disappeared that day as well.

I'm going to go now because I feel a peculiar pressure behind my eyes; they're itchy and sore and starting to water, like a pimple. Gross. Sorry. I'll go now.

Till death do us part,
Rosemund Pike