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Last published Fri, Aug 6, 2021
Journal,
Moving, least so far, hasn't been completely insufferable. Dare I say it has actually been rather nice. English class is great (which is wonderful, because I was worried about an awful teacher), I've got myself a comfortable tutoring position, and thanks to Seraphina, I'm even being talked into joining the debate team (which I am seriously considering). I've already gotten into the creative writing club thanks to them. I'll admit, I do believe I'd be having plenty of different feelings about all of this if it weren't for them. They've been a total godsend, really. In fact, they even invited mum and I over to their house for a bit of a welcome-to-the-neighborhood dinner, which is very kind. As long as mum doesn't make me look a fool in front of them, either of their sisters I have yet to meet, or their parents, this should all be smooth sailing.
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