Entry 46

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Dear Journal,

Bartholomew seems to like the lily pads! 

I knew that he would like them.

As I write this, I am on the porch swing and watching him splash around in the water. 

It's been a few hours since Dr. Abell left, and I forgot to mention in me last entry that he wants me to read him the book that I picked. 

I haven't picked a book yet, but I'll make sure to do that tonight.

I keep expecting to see a car come down the road and see me friends come out of it and visit me. No one has come since George has, and I'm starting to miss them.

There's also something that I've been thinking about.

This house is the only one around here, and there's a forest at where the backyard ends. It's a rather great and peaceful area to live.

I wonder how long this house has sat here. 

That reminds me, I didn't ask Dr. Abell about the fact that I don't have a car. I know that he probably didn't have enough money for it, so there's no point in asking.

It seems like Bartholomew's done. Guess it's time we go back inside.

-R.S.


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