14 October, 1701

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A/N: I am not going to keep up the "Old English" theme, it's pretty time consuming to do. Though I may go back and edit it later so it's more Oldish. Thanks to everyone reading!!!


Cold, harsh wind whipped at my clothes, biting at my skin. Only a mere eighteen days ago were my troubles only that of a young school boy's. But twenty-five days ago, Mister Valencia came down with a terrible case of the flu. Then seventeen days ago, my young boss died. His brother took over as my caretaker, but he slayed the title at every chance he got. The burning and shouting and hitting are becoming just too much. I cannot write any longer, for the new Mister Valencia does not like when I take personal time for myself. I must get back to work now, I am unsure of when I will be able to write next.

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