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I’ve been a very bad girl, apparently. Little Mary and I spent most of last night putting the world to rights, with a bottle of vodka. We switched up the guarding teams, at Big Mary’s passive aggressive insistence, because, apparently, she just felt safer with Thomas, instead of me, so I took advantage of some free time, and had some fun for the first time in ages.
I never really spent much time with Little Mary before, because we just didn’t see each other, but it turns out, we have a lot in common, because Mummy dearest doesn’t like her either. I learned a lot. Apparently Big Mary was obsessively paranoid when they were kids, Little Mary escaped when she was sixteen, so it was just Martin and Big Mary, spending their days preparing for the worst. Apparently, Big Mary claims she saw something coming in a dream, and wanted to make sure they’d survive. I guess she was right…
I’ve got a bit of a headache, so I suppose I should be grateful that they’ve hoarded some paracetamol.
