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Last published Tue, Aug 20, 2024
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I just got this new diary for my birthday! It's nice and pretty, although if you're reading this you've already seen the cover. I saved up all of my money for it, I hope Mommy's proud of me! But I don't think she's been feeling all that great lately, so i'll just tell her later.
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