Dear Dumb Diary,Mature

Random posts, like a blog. I do have a blog, actually. But this is different. Blah. I stole the title from some kids' book. Yeah.

August 28 - Even though you've spoken to me about every other day, I still miss you. You said you were coming home tonight, and I'm waiting impatiently. Where you live, it's four minutes until nine o' clock, and that is "tonight" enough for me. Hmph. I'll be waiting, sweetheart. xx.

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