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Dear diary...
Sweet, sweet Mildred, the light of my life has suddenly, and
to my mind rather rashly decided to end our
relationship.
I suspected something was wrong last Tuesday; the same day I
brought her that bucket of soot.
It seems the heady life of one of the top chimney sweeps in
Old London Town has overwhelmed the poor lass.
Oh well. You can't win them all.
Exceptionally mild weather for the time of year.
