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Dear diary,

I still don't know why I have you with me here, but I am so glad I do. Imagine what would happen if I didn't. I'd be all by myself, probably talking to myself at some point (or talking to Smelly Hendrik when he was still here. Ew!) and definitely going crazy.

Maybe that's why you're here. To prevent that from happening. How thoughtful of whoever it is that brought me here.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about my unresolved matters. God, why can't that woman just help me out here? She will eventually, right? She won't let me rot here, will she? Wait, I can't rot. I'm already dead.

Mary

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