November 12, 1978
Today my father brought Whizzer flowers. He said he was sorry for everything he's done. Whizzer accepted the apology and they hugged for the first time in a while. Whizzer was in a good mood the rest of the day. I think the flowers were a Trojan Horse, though. I think my father's trying to lead him on.
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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...
