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Dear journal,

     I can't feel my face. Or my legs. Or my feet. Or my stomach. The fact that there's no heating doesn't help. I'm freezing. Swimming in the ocean was a bad idea. The waves were awesome though.

     Eliza's been googling some Hungarian torture methods.... What happened? Maybe Gilbert or Roderich would know. She's been hanging around them a lot recently.

     I miss my friends and my fiancé and my fast wifi....

-Nyo!Hungary

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