Dear Diana,
Xander has to go to... Surprise, surprise, Claremont. Ugh. And Mommy's taking him (why why why?) so we probably won't have supper until one o clock in the morning and we have to practice now! How atrocious. My concert is tomorrow. Aaaaaa... All, and I mean all (Anselm too) of us are going, so I'm Nervous with a capital N. But really, concerts rock.
Kitty
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