 Dear Diary,
Today, I saw Huckleberry standing there. Soft, round, unsuspecting. I told myself, “Edna, you are new here. You must resist.”
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 Dear Diary,
The first attack arrived without warning, as they often do. A firm greeting, directed at the same location as always: my unfortunate bottom. I tried to communicate my feelings by trotting away with what was left of my dignity. |
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