Friday, June 6,1973
Dear Diary,
The drive to our new place was long and my Father was worried our 1960's Red Chevrolet Impala would break down. I am glad it didn't, or else I would not have written. Now the struggle is unpacking and having time to write in this journal. When we got here, it smelled awful and the house was absolutely dirty. In the family room, there was a Television set from the previous family. It looks old and creepy. I will keep you updated on that. I haven't met anyone, but that's because we only have one neighbor who is 8 miles away. I haven't much to say, so I'll be going now.
Signed,
Melanie Hardsy
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