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Dear Heart,
Today it rained. Terribly, soggily, and I was wet through. We rehearsed for hours and I didn't get any better. I slipped into the end of CU and Sian and I went to sit in McDonalds. We bought Happy Meals like children and wished for them to work their magic. We spent the next hour and a half discussing our mutual fear of housemates and compliments. We put the stickers on our McDonalds Mystery Machines with infinite care, and raced them around the table while we spoke. Sian told me she used to want to be a spaceman, moon boots and all. I told her how I secretly think that I might die with white hair in a long plait down my back, in a falling-to-bits cottage with ten cats and no one else there. But I bounced back to my room after midnight, like Cinderella. How silly!
Love, Lydia x