October The First
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Last published Sat, Sep 29, 2018
August 31, 2018.
Today was pretty dull honestly. I can't believe how fast the holidays went past - I'm going back after the weekend! On the bright side, I won't have to wear a suit at Dad's bank anymore. Can't wait to show my friends my new dress~
Anyways, it's bedtime now. Staying home alone tomorrow, so I only require pyjamas. Night night!
-Gaia
October 1, 2018.
What... happened?
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