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Day 13

Tuesday, June 17,1973
Dear Diary,

I found Melvin. Dead. He was dead. My only real friend in this house. I killed him. The. Girl. The girl killed him. I do not know if she is my twin or a figment of my imagination playing tricks on me. It's my birthday today. I am now 12 years of age. Micheal thinks I'm ready for the expedition so I must pack a few things. He said not to tell anyone, but who would read my diary! My brother doesn't believe Micheal is real! He says that I've been talking to myself this whole time, but he's just jealous that I have a friend. I might take this journal with me, it might help me keep my thoughts in place. Oh, there's Micheal. He looks different... any who, I must be on my way! Farewell!

Signed,
Melanie Hardsy