Tuesday, May 21th, 1958
7:05 am
Dear Diary,
It seemed that I fell asleep again and accidentally dragged my pen across the page. 34 days in a row. 23 days of me fall asleep after I write an entry and 13 days of Me messing something up, make that 14 because life should count. I've sure have screwed up life. Hell's about to unleash on me, so I have to stop. I'll see you at lunch. Hopefully
Sincerely, Marella
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Mysteries of the Deep
Historical FictionA daughter of a sailor gets word of the Edmund Fitzgerald, which leads to her finding out her father is sailing on it, and most importantly, she will have to go on it too. Her guess of the time on the ship be her in her cabin, adding entries in her...
