[Strongly warded private][Written in response to
this entry.]
She has
completely and
utterly taken leave of her senses. She is off the clock. She is
significantly more than a
few Knuts short of a
Sickle. Granted, Vladimir the gyrating and perenially fornicating twit would have likely been a much worse choice, but this Russian
peasant fellow who runs bare-chested in what would be considered the bloody
winter for anyone possessing the smallest degree of sanity and whom she cannot even communicate with properly? I thought that Rosalind was supposed to be an
intelligent woman and value someone whom she could maintain a proper conversation with, and now I learn that
this is what she envisions for herself? Talk about believing that you
know a person and then they
utterly undermine your good opinion of them! All year I have supported her as both Head Boy and a friend - I have given her my time - and this is how
I bet he ran with his shirt off hoping to lure her
Just because I do not flaunt myself in such a declasse manner does not mean that I do not also have[Russian Scarlet Man][MISTER Ivanov]I see your game
You keep your hands off
DO NOT take advantage of her clearly addled mental stateIf I'm to
threaten write him a civilised letter explaining the intricacies of this situation, I will have to find someone to translate. Bother and bedamn him! He is very good indeed...
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