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Dear journal,

        I'm just writing to kill time. My last class got out early due to the teacher getting sick. I'm tutoring this kid, Edward, after school. We're studying at my house, so I'm waiting on a bench outside the school for the last bell to ring so I can walk him there. It's just a simple place Daniel and I share, our actual home is back in Hungary.

-Elizabeta

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