Thea
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Time did not fly by completely unnoticed, but rather it dragged on like the slowest snail in the world. A week has passed and Mrs. Rose has gone off the rails, showing me unprecedented generosity, bestowing the hardest work that her sophisticated brain could think of. To say that in the evening I crawled to bed without strength would be an understatement. And why is she so pissed off? Could Raphael have ordered her to complicate my life? I haven't seen him since that day in the stable when he left me with his irritation. And I didn't really want to.
