Another year is almost over, another bunch of presents must be returned to the store. It seems like my mistress had a nice evening at her grand parents' house. How splendid for her. After providing food on her own for over two months, one would think that she would be grateful for coming back home. After all, there is a person called "mother" who cooks for the family here. But alas, my mistress is disappointed with the nourishment she is receiving. Had I not been so loyal to my mistress, I would have given her a kick. Not having a body of my own is also a hinder, but I don't like talking about that. How I dream of the day when my mistress is nearly killed in a horrible car accidents and suffers from post traumatic stress. No, you did not just read that.
I have been away for some time now, as some of you may have noticed. And no, I do not mean away as in my mistress moving to Trondheim, you bofoons! I mean when my mistress failed to study for her exams. One would imagine that the word "exams" is enough to make you study hard, but my mistress decided to take it "easy" because it was her first term. Git. And now we shall fail our first term, all because she didn't take things serious enough.
I can imagine that you're all tired of hearing me speaking ill of my mistress. Well, too bad. May next year bring you less miseries that the last
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