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Day Fifty-One:
Got into Boston last night. Went to roof of IYS building to visit our special spot. Found empty whiskey bottle, but some birk scratched our names out and carved “Nate & Sophie 4Ever” on the parapet. Pretty sure it was Spencer.

Day Fifty-Two:
Went to McRory's to track down Ford. Ran into Italian bird with bad accent in the parking lot. She told me that she's using Ford to go after Damien Moreau. Or maybe she said that she was looking for a nice Bordeaux?

I don't think I was drunk that time. Might be wrong though.

Day Fifty-Five:
Found out my credit rating's been slashed. I've also been enrolled in the Hair of the Month Club. And the Fruit of the Month Club. And the Pet of the Month Club.

Day Sixty-Three:
Learned from watching Dr. Phil that I may be engaging in self-destructive behavior. I need to be bold and assertive. I need to set clear boundaries and state exactly what I want. Followed Ford to Nashville, intending to do just that. Sick of him playing hard to get. He needs to understand I'm not going to wait forever.

Wow. He looks really good in a cowboy hat.

Day Seventy:
Suspect everything in my apartment has been stolen and replaced with an exact replica.

Day Seventy-One:
INTERPOL field office called. Something about some sort of international criminal I was supposed to be apprehending. Don't they understand how important this is? Ford has finally started communicating with me! If I can figure out what the blue sweater he wore on Friday means, I'll be able to crack the code he’s been using!

Day Seventy-Two:
Ran into Spencer. I think he’s mocking me when he flips his hair like that just before he hits me.

Day Eighty-Three:
Met Italian bird again. She told me Ford was heading to San Lorenzo for final showdown with Damien Moreau. Said she needed papers for the whole sorry lot of them, and did I know anyone with connections?

Do I know anyone? Reminded her who she was talking to – Jim Sterling, INTERPOL.

Day Ninety-Four:
Hoping thrill of international chase will remind Ford of the good old days. Not entirely sure what angle he and his people are working here, but it seems to involve Sophie being on television a lot. Her acting ability has really matured over the years – I can see definitely influences from Stravinsky in her work.

Feverish. Stomach hurts. Probably shouldn’t have had the fish last night.

Day Ninety-Eight:
Moreau in prison. Corrupt president defeated by Ford’s candidate (making him even more corrupt? Must investigate further…). Ford and Sophie in closed door meeting all night. Much screaming and yelling and…praying? Thought about breaking in to rescue him, but don’t want to complicate our reunion.

Day Ninety-Nine:
Spencer is definitely mocking me with the hair-flip thing. Conducting impromptu investigation of San Lorenzo hospital.

They’re just lucky I'm on the job!
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