Omelia's diary

Dear diary,

It's late, and I am very tired. Reeta is sleeping beside me in her small little Den. It is beautiful, I have never seen anything so amazing. I am wondering what Reeta is thinking of me, maybe she thinks I'm a snotty rich child. But I think we both know I'm not.

I have to go, I hear footsteps. Good-bye!


P.S-Today...I made a friend.

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