31 July 1988
Dear Diary,
This will be my last entry into you. Forever. After I finish this page, I will tuck you into my loose floorboard, I will quietly slip a letter under Daniel's door, and I will walk a few minutes to where Edith will be waiting for me in her car.
We will drive to Edinburgh where the blokes we met at the warehouse will be waiting for us. They saw us perform and have a band of their own. Edith has met them a few times and says they're safe.
We will travel with these guys to London or Scotland or maybe even Paris. I'm not entirely sure of the plan. It wasn't the original plan. It's not America. But its something.
My whole life is ahead of me, now. I want to live.
I dont know the future but I sure am looking forward to it.
Au revoir, diary. You've been a good friend.
-Ophelia Ridley
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The Hidden Diary of Ophelia Ridley
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