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Lookie lookie, real rolls!
Apologies for not having made it to the party the other day. I had meant to come by, at least to say hello to Alice, but wound up falling asleep instead.
Exciting, I know.
Anyway, I hope you all had fun.
( Private; He'll let Dax read it, though )
Do you ever have those kind of dreams that feel so real, you find yourself very confused when you wake up? They're never about good things, either...
Here I am, then, making the first entry of my own into this journal system. I find it useful for talking to people, but I never know what to write.
For those who don't know me, my name is Basch fon Ronsenburg. If you've ever visited the bakery by the apartments, you have probably met me. I'm the owner.
You also might have seen my lovely wife, Dax, patrolling the streets as a local police woman.
To be honest, there is little else to write about. Business has been a little slow recently. Does no one want bread these days?
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