Dear Diary,
I have a game today and I don't wanna go.
It'll be chilly, and jumping around will hurt my knee.
But if I complain Misha (my coach) will kill me.
And I have to sit on a stinky bus for 30 minutes.
The game is away.
Someone kill me pls.
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Dear Diary
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