September 28, 1978
Whizzer made us breakfast this morning like he always does. Whizzer packed my lunch like he always does. Whizzer kissed my father when he left for work like he always does. The only difference was the bruise on his face. I hate my dad.
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growing up, getting older; falsettos (2016)
FanfictionJason has kept a diary ever since his parents divorced and writes in it as often as he can. He writes about anything and everything, including his growing concerns that his Dad isn't as nice to Whizzer as he'd like to think. •• Jason's diary entries...
