jonathans journal

august 27.1987

it has been 3 months now since we have been in new york and marry just ogt me this new journal. i have decided to make a story of what has happened and how a little rusty old key that meant absoulutly nothing saved my life. this is the beggining of my new life and i want to share it forever, too bad allison couldnt be here. uncle richard is now serving  a life sentece in prison, but that will never make up for the death of allison and aunt miriam. i kept the key to remember them by. it is now on my shelf in an old gold box holding a few gold coins and two train tickets to mew york.

~jonathan hughlure

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