I haven’t been able to write all day because of the strike idea. Jack, David, Race and I have been trying to figure it out but we don’t have very many ideas. I still think we shouldn’t do it, but I digress. We will find a way, I suppose. David just told me to blow out the candle next to my bed. I’ll write in the morning.
July 19, 1899, 11:26 p.m.
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Kloppman's Favorite
FanfictionDavid doesn't allow me coffee, Kloppmann gives me coffee. Jack hides my hair ribbons, Kloppmann finds them. Race calls me Kloppmann's favorite, Kloppmann calls me princess. Am I his favorite? I don't know.
