I had a dream about the Civil War last night.
I still remember it so clearly...
The sound of cracking whips, banging guns, people crying out in anguish...
And Chris was by my side. He stood by me, no matter how awful I had been...
And he comforted me after my nightmare.
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Amara's Diary
RandomDon't expect this to be filled with a giggling girl talking about crushes. Or rather, like Prussia's diary. Property of Amara F. Jones.
