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From the Diaries of Lord Kellington.....Entry Two
I am wonderous! A sane person thinks me mad. Ha! But then again, the insane think I am sane. I have fooled all of them. I have even fooled myself Which is not easy considering I am so intelligent. Yes? Last night, the dancing was...Ahhhhhh! Given the company there. A boring affair, I invited myself to. Boring that is up until Ansell swooned when he spied a bug dead on his half eaten cake. All eyes were on him! I can be such a pixie at times. He never saw me. As I came up behind him and plopped the poor bug on. Oh! But the music was exquisite to my ears. I heard every note. Preternatural hearing is such a grand thing to have. Young miss Silversmyte did come to dance with me twice. Such a lovely throat. had I not eaten early on, she would have been a sweet treat. Oh, but how I dance. Not a step was out of place. I was just superb. Several dance partners I had. Why! They were waiting in line for me I think I am drunk on my own grace and powers. The sun is coming. Tis time for me to retreat. Sleep the sleep of the dead
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