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I find my environs somewhat lonelier than that to which I have accustomed myself at school. I have Luc, and he is, as ever, the most darling of fellows, but aside from the girls I've made acquaintances of in the past several years, to whom I could not consider myself particularly close, I have arrived at a juncture where there are few around me in whom I may confide, or even simply engage in a conversation. Perhaps I am merely terribly spoiled now by all the doting lavished during the summer months, but I rather wish for a girlfriend with whom all the daily little secrets might be shared.
I fear Gwen's presence may have made me social.
A vast portion of my evenings are spent with Luc, naturally, and while not all of our time is verbal, as he's quite gifted in coaxing me to doze on him, we've had a number of talks, and I believe I am painting the outline of my portrait in this year, and will continue to see it appear as I make my way through time. Luc will be expected to marry when he leaves school; his family is very nearly as small as my own, and as the heir and male head of his mother's household, he must create security for her and his sisters. I am not ready to marry, nor do I expect to be, even when I've finished with school in June. Even were I, I am not material for a wife for him, fond as I may be. I have no concept of managing a household, of keeping my own and a family's affairs, and he shall need someone who is capable of both. We've agreed to continue on as we are, for now, comfortably, with the mutual understanding that June, should nothing change by then, shall be our parting. I am not wholly content with this, but calm. I will miss him.
This Friday past, I may have met the
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