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December 10

“Don’t be an old fossil,” she said to me tonight, irrelevantly.

“Apropos of what?” I inquired.

“Mother, here’s W⁠⸺ proposing to E⁠⸺! Do come,” cried ⸻, with intent to confuse. I laughed heartlessly.

Dear, dear, where will it all end? It’s a sad business when you fall in love with a girl you don’t like.