7-29-1999

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Dear Diary,

3 am, banshee screaming was heard again. This time it wasn't the children who are screaming. It was me. Suzanne and Luke tried to get up on my bed and I keep swailing my arms. Foster father said he had enough of this and I am being sent in a mental asylum.

Yours Truly, Jane Ashen

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