Entry 49

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October 10

Henry. Henry Henry Henry Henry Henry! If I have a single rib that isn't bruised, I can't feel it! Every day this week he and his boys have gone after me, and I don't know why! I haven't done anything at all, wrong or not, I haven't even looked at them! Why why why why why? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?


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