Speaking of showers, it's been several days since I've had a decent one. I mean, sure, they bathe us (and by they, I do mean they. I have a whole group that parades in every morning), but right after that, you're completely doused in different scents that are both sticky and greasy. It's disgusting, but on a brighter side, at least I'm not alone in this situation --- No one here gets absolutely clean.
Oh, and thank the Lord for perfumes. Everyone stinks in a literal sense.
Fred left the night of the second day I started writing this. He'd gone to see the Indians and pilgrims to make sure they were keeping the peace still.
Anyways.
He came back this morning, and took over most of my new classes. He's older, probably about twenty-five, by looks, and seems to be much smarter than anyone I've ever met. He told me that he's the negotiator of the bunch, but here's the thing: His job works both ways. If there needs to be peace, he's usually the one who's secretly behind it, and when war needs to break out, he's usually also behind it.
If you couldn't guess, he just got back from talking to the Indians about how the pilgrims were actually about to come into North America, and that they wouldn't hurt them. Of course, tomorrow, he has to go back, a few decades later, and tell them to rebel.
Woo-hoo.
I mentioned how I'd hate to work here full time. Fred laughed and acted like I was joking.
Ha, ha, Fred. Ha, ha.
Informally, and regreting the size of this update,
TAMF
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Poor Trey, you poor, poor, poor girl.
I'd die if I had to be bathed by more than one person (me) .....like I said you poor thing.
lol, I'm not a fan of perfumes but I do suppose perfume is better than intolerable stench. Much better.
I'd say you'd have to have a good tolerance to have not gone mad yet. I'd be just about insane ;)
Love you,
Take Care,
♥ Dragon ♥
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