-Entry 143-

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The writing is messy, like a child's.

Dear journal,

Today, a weird lady called 'Admin' gave me this book. Psh, I guess you're my secret journal then. Good thing no one will see this.

There was this guy I met first. He picked me up, so I slapped him and screamed stranger danger. He explained who he was. What a strange man. Somehow he got a hug outta me and I fell asleep. Not my fault. He's comfortable and squishy. He's got a nice laugh too.

I'm not gay, I swear.

There were several weird people actually. There was this Mexican ( Spanish?) lady. She was cute too I guess. Strange, but cute. She knew my name— er— sort of.

     Then there was this little girl, huh. I don't know, maybe a year older then I am? Called me mama. Silly girl. I'm no one's mother. She also called me the same thing the Mexican lady did.

     Let's get something straight. Elizabeta may be my full name, but it's feminine, and I'm a boy. Call me Eli, or die.

     Oh, don't call me cute either. The name's Eli and nothing more. But you can call me. . .

     Anytime.

-Eli

(( I'm living up to my username.))

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