5-13-1999

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Dear Diary,

A fire broke out into my home. The fire was extinguish, but the babysitter was incarnated. My daddy and mommy rushed home. I was glad I was okay. Later that night, the girl with bloody with her that I met days back. She went next to my bed. Her hands colder than an ice cube on my shoulder and mouth and whispers it's not over. She let go and somehow I got bruises on my shoulder because of it, freaky girl..

Yours Truly, Jane Ashen

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