Sleep
Burn more mail
Why is there always so much mail under the wipers? That can't be right. There never was so much mail under the wipers in the months and years before. And Shax never put the mail under the wipers anyway. She always insisted on giving it to me personally.
Seems there were notes in between the letters. Or letters with notes. I don't know. I don't care. It's all burned now.
Something or other from Nina and from Maggie. Maggy? Don't know how to spell her name. Spelling's hard anyway. Doesn't matter, I'm never talking to her again.
And Muriel obviously wrote me some glittery card thingie for Valentine's Day. That must be the reason why the ashes are so glittery.
Someone needs to explain the little bee what Valentine's Day is for.
Someone, not me. I'm going back to sleep.
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