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Christmas, new house, and most importantly... Léo and I with all the time in the world ahead of us. When we got back from Paris, the holidays were shaping up to be just perfect. The thing is, the word PERFECT just doesn't exist in my vocabulary. How did I manage to believe for a second and a half that my new life in Sainte-Lorette was going to be relaxing? I don't really know. The (only) good news is that once again, diary, you've allowed me to survive my father's new project: the manor.