Marilyn's Diary *DO NOT OPEN*
6/26/2013
Okay, so day one of being back in a orphanage (thank god) I couldn't stand my past home, those jerkwads. Anyway, when I was in my past home full of jerks, the neighbor died, on the ceiling, like nothing supporting her on it or anything. It sounds a little odd to me. But, I did do research, and I'm certain it had to do something with demons, like actual demons, but who would believe a twelve year old kid rambling to some over-weight cop about demons? No one. But I've got to go, Mrs.Jane told us its diner (like I'm going to eat) but whatever.
Love,
Marilyn
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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