Dear Diary,
I was right.
There is no pity for me at school.
They shoved me around, calling me one arm.
I think they want to get rid of my other arm.
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There is no pity for me at home.
My father says I owe him for the surgery.
Guess who's getting a job.
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There is no pity for me in the streets of the poor.
They all say there is no room for freaks in China or the world.
They're right.
That's is all I am. An imperfection.
A freak.
Love,
Rosie
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