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Day 284


I am no longer a bubbly junior who moved across the country midway through high school, but a mysterious heiress, and later a henchman doing the bidding of my evil boss. In the mid-1930s, foreshadowing the impending World War, I am at first a kindly unaware confidant to my evil husband looking to stir up trouble. I welcome the unaware hero kindly, but not too kindly, into my sprawling home with an uncountable number of rooms. During the next act, I transform into a subordinate tasked with getting rid of the dashing hero. In the process, I crash a West End show and run into a flock of sheep. The adventures I have over the course of just two hours are enough to last me a lifetime.

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