Letters from Armorica, 19 Juillet 34AF

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Dear Journal,
Old Man Blaireau has paid me several visits today, peering up at me where I sit on the deck. It is an absurdity of my current position that I have found his presence to be a comfort. It is as though I have a large and extremely dangerous pet. I look down at him and smile and call his name; and eventually he slinks off looking for easier prey.
Once I threw him a biscuit but missed my mark, for it fell short and was swept away by the river

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