Sunday, 17th July 2016 - Suspicious Talking

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Sunday, 17th July 2016 - Suspicious Talking

Dear Diary

Today I spent the whole day at the skiing range with my parents. They knew that they were not going to spend the whole day skiing, so they also brought Biscuit to take for a few walks throughout the day, which would help to make up for a few walks that he had missed.

It was very cold. After a few hours my skiing ability had improved quite a lot, considering that it was only my third time participating in the activity.

For most of the morning of my skiing day, I spent going up and down the giant mountain. I tried to see if He was going skiing as well, but I did not seem to see him. I took a short break with my skiing for lunch. During this break time I consumed lunch.

Following this I continued with my skiing. As I came down the large mountain one of the times I saw His family's van pulling into the driveway. Finally, I thought. He was here too.

I stopped my skiing to hide behind and bush to see what he was doing. Initially he was collecting his skis and other equipment that he would need.

I decided that as he started going down, I would also continue going down at a slow pace so that he could catch him.

I saw him go up the hill, so I got ready to enact my plan. He looked as if he was about to start going down when somebody shouted out his name. He stopped, turning around to face the caller. It appeared to be a girl. He greeted her, and gave her a quick hug. Who was this girl? I could not quite recognize her from this distance. It might be his sister, but what if it was something different? Something more? A girlfriend?

I prepared my plan of action to discover the secrets behind this. First I had to determine who she was, and then determine who she was in relation to Him.

I went down to the bottom of the hill and ended my skiing for the day there, spending the next few hours that my parents spent skiing with Biscuit.

Back at the hotel, I didn't have dinner, instead choosing to stay in the hotel room. I fell asleep.

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