May 12th, 1789
I have spoken to Nicole again, and I have begged her not to leave. I told her of the dangers that she would face.
“I know,” she said, “But I have to. I feel like a bird who’s wings are clipped. I need to fly. I will find a way to leave. I know the reasons I cannot, but that will not stand in my way.
“Please don’t leave me. You are my only friend. If you leave, who will I talk to? Who will I look forward to seeing again?”
“I will stay a bit longer, until September at least.”
So this is it. I have only a few more months with my only friend. When August comes, I don’t know what I will do.
“I know,” she said, “But I have to. I feel like a bird who’s wings are clipped. I need to fly. I will find a way to leave. I know the reasons I cannot, but that will not stand in my way.
“Please don’t leave me. You are my only friend. If you leave, who will I talk to? Who will I look forward to seeing again?”
“I will stay a bit longer, until September at least.”
So this is it. I have only a few more months with my only friend. When August comes, I don’t know what I will do.
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