Dear Diary. A strange fellow he is, that Orbie. Why cares he what a jester thinks of him? Why does he bother one whit about the pointless things I say? I know I talk too much, but he has known me this long – he should know that he should pay me no heed by now. Sometimes I think he confuses me for something else, like if he’s looking to find someone else under the harlequin’s mask. Such sillyness! There is nothing under there to find. Except some marbles. I know a lost a few somewhere, hihi.
… Oh, and I met the king too. He was very, very tall, but really, really nice. I like the king.
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