september 3, 1947

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dear ed,

it's cold here. i am not the one who wants to be around others. i hate it so much.

mum told me that she gathered some of my "mates" from school to come for my 17th birthday party, that i am dreading. those people aren't even my friends. i can tell my mum is just sad that i'm alone. but i'm never alone.

signed,

h

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