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Tuesday, 1 January 2008
On the Eighth Day of Christmas
[This correspondence began on
25th December
…]
1st January
Frankly I think I prefer the birds. What am I to do with eight milkmaids—and their cows? Is this some kind of a joke? If so, I’m afraid I don’t find it very amusing.
Emily
[…and continues on
2nd January
]
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