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-My Dearest Friend -
I hope the weather finds you well, and that your spirits are just as well. I know that this letter is quite overdue, as you have implored me many times that I write to you. My status here is well, and it would be a honor to have you here too.

The year is 1904 - and our dear, dear Queen Victoria, she's been dead for 3 years now. While parts of the world seem to be rife with unrest, our little area of England seems to be doing fine.

Our school has changed hands, and we're positive that you'll love it here. Our owners mysteriously disappeared in 1901 - around the time of the death of our beloved Queen. Still, we continue to work, and the chatter amongst girls of our station still continues on. The biggest chatter is the mystery of what happened to Mr. and Missus Pennington - and why is it that they have disappeared so suddenly. Their whereabouts are a mystery to all of England - though it truly is fun to talk about them and devise rumors. We have gotten a new headmistress, and she's such a sweet woman. We adore her so very much.

The word here is that a building near us is being renovated into a school for gentlemen. Our matron is unnerved by this concept, and has given us a long lecture regarding how we should behave as the fairer sex, but for the life of me, it truly is difficult. It is hard to not hear about the times that the young menfolk come in and tour the school. Sometimes, we'll take secret excursions to the other campus, as it isn't very far from here - it is only within walking distance.

Our classes are difficult, and we are expected to do our best on everything. We are expected to excel in our studies, and become decent housewives and mothers. We learn about the arts and other countries, but never a thing about politics. Politicking is something that is truly too much for many of our female minds, though young women at this school exist that seem to dream about it.

Still, you'll find many here that are interesting, many who aren't, many who will positively get on your last nerve, and so much more. We are but a motley little crew at this school, and with your intelligence, you'll likely get in on a scholarship. Perhaps I can put in a word for you? I dreadfully hope so.

The name? Oh yes - it's the Pennington Academy for Young Ladies. You'll fit in well here, I assure you.

Regards!
-S.


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