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My Diary
Dear Diary...sounds stupid, and makes me think of Barbie--so,
DEAR MR. OR MRS. JOURNAL,
My day begun with the usual "bang" "hey!" and "pass the milk, please". A was up early (EXTREMELY unusual, usually I'm the one who has to wake my groggy sister up, around 9: 30 at least...
But this time A was up earlier than me (much to my disappointment) and crunching away on her cereal while I got dressed, shivering and swearing as another breeze blew in from my window.
I got a raging stomachache after I devoured a heaping pile of cereal and retired to my room very grumpily to finish "Little Women" a book, in my opinion, with entirely too many morals and "perfect" characters. It was, however, almost the only thing I had not read 296 times, so I read it.
After finishing the book, I was rid of my stomachache and soon plagued with a raging headache, at which I swore some more and proceeded to write, at which both aches were gone. About thirty minutes later I dashed away from my writing-table to say hello to A, who had finally returned, bringing a grumpy look and tracking mud all over the house, defouling the building and making me look at her in disgust.
"One thing leads to another", as they always so annoyingly say, and here I am writing this up for the benefit of those ignorant of what happened today. Thank you and goodbye.
Adora
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