Epilogue

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Dear Diary, 

I am a survivor.

I smiled at Betty. 

And we played a game of croquet.

'Why do I read the newspaper?', my Dad asked me.

'Because you like to read the sports section', I answered.

'Yes', he said.

'Oh, you two', my Mom said.

And, as she served us food and drinks, we made sure the likes of JD, and teenagers dying, was all but forgotten.

And I was alive.

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