sometimes i feel like i was made to wear a bonnet, abhor the idea of going into trade in my little drawing room, lament over the death of my sister, wonder where the muslin went from my brother who went missing in india, gossip about the hot mr bingley doctor somehow being engaged to every woman, and then eventually die of scarlet fever.
sometimes i feel like i was made to wear a bonnet, abhor the idea of going into trade in my little drawing room, lament over the death of my sister, wonder where the muslin went from my brother who went missing in india, gossip about the hot mr bingley doctor somehow being engaged to every woman, and then eventually die of scarlet fever.
