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xp_communicationTo: Espinosa, Angelo
From: Sefton, Amanda
Hey Ange,
I wasn't going to write to you so soon after you left, but it seems like you could do with a distraction. Of course I'm better at those in person but that's a fuck load of water in the way and I ain't exactly a Olympic class swimmer. Still, only five days to go; Rom thinks I don't know she's decided to let me come back, but I ain't stupid and there's been mail from the States. I reckon she's found me a tutor for when I come back, since that was something she was very determined about, in that Wisdom way.
It's quiet here. Odd, I know, since it's still technically London, but out here it's really still. Not like the ruckus of the mansion of all. *grins* Makes it hard for me to sleep, having me own room is strange enough, but it being quiet as well is right unsettling. So I'm out here on the back step again with the laptop and me fags and I'm wishing it was the back stoop of the mansion, since there's always someone to talk to out there.
Homily reckons dreams are messages, that we have to learn what they're trying too tell us. I dunno about that, seems to me they're there to scare the fuck out of you. But if she were there she'd tell you about how you've got unresolved issues with what happened in LA. Big duh there. It might help to talk about it tho'. You still seeing Samson? He's all right, for a shrink.
Can't wait to come back. I mean, I'm learning heaps and everyone's been really good, but it ain't the same. It ain't home. And don't ask me when the school became home, because I couldn't tell you. But I keep catching meself thinking about it that way, so I s'pose its true.
I just realised that you won't get this til tomorrow any way, what with the time difference and all, so I'll stop blathering and try and get some sleep meself. Tell me what's been going on since we've been away? I'd like something else to think about other than dusty old books. ;)
A.
From: Sefton, Amanda
Hey Ange,
I wasn't going to write to you so soon after you left, but it seems like you could do with a distraction. Of course I'm better at those in person but that's a fuck load of water in the way and I ain't exactly a Olympic class swimmer. Still, only five days to go; Rom thinks I don't know she's decided to let me come back, but I ain't stupid and there's been mail from the States. I reckon she's found me a tutor for when I come back, since that was something she was very determined about, in that Wisdom way.
It's quiet here. Odd, I know, since it's still technically London, but out here it's really still. Not like the ruckus of the mansion of all. *grins* Makes it hard for me to sleep, having me own room is strange enough, but it being quiet as well is right unsettling. So I'm out here on the back step again with the laptop and me fags and I'm wishing it was the back stoop of the mansion, since there's always someone to talk to out there.
Homily reckons dreams are messages, that we have to learn what they're trying too tell us. I dunno about that, seems to me they're there to scare the fuck out of you. But if she were there she'd tell you about how you've got unresolved issues with what happened in LA. Big duh there. It might help to talk about it tho'. You still seeing Samson? He's all right, for a shrink.
Can't wait to come back. I mean, I'm learning heaps and everyone's been really good, but it ain't the same. It ain't home. And don't ask me when the school became home, because I couldn't tell you. But I keep catching meself thinking about it that way, so I s'pose its true.
I just realised that you won't get this til tomorrow any way, what with the time difference and all, so I'll stop blathering and try and get some sleep meself. Tell me what's been going on since we've been away? I'd like something else to think about other than dusty old books. ;)
A.
