day 02

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Journal entry #14

Mom brought back a girl yesterday, she was about the same age as me. She told me her name was Maria. Maria doesn't even talk to me, she looks away when I try talk to her. She seems strange.

apart from that, it's my 14th birthday tomorrow. Mom said she'd try get me something, but its very unlikely. It was the same thing each year.

"I'm very sorry, Toby. I couldn't find anything that you'd like."

I saw Maria listening to our conversation about tomorrow, I swore I saw her smile. And she never smiles.

goodbye for now

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