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Saturday, September 8 1918, sunny
What a pleasant day today! It seems
that the one who danced at the banquet is
the real Daisy. Although someone
accidentally spilled wine on my dress and
stained my white lace, this long-lost and
familiar smell is so exciting that smelling it
seems to make me be drunk. This is the
real me! I love it!
Should I ask Mrs. Wales to go to town
tomorrow? Forget it, let's call Baker. She
seems to have just returned from the
tournament, and must have many to say
to me. By the way, we can buy some
new-style beautiful clothes, and my hair
ought to be cut…
