Stupid Big Brother. I do not care anymore if they catch me...at least I thought I didn't. I was so scared, I almost wet my britches when stupid old Parsons came to explain to me that her hellhole of a house had some stupid green mix in her sink. Make me wash your sink, get attacked by your feisty little children, make my vericose ulcer throb like an angry man's veins. I await the day when she suddenly...'disappears.'
To someone, somewhere, I write this diary where ages are different and the truth is the truth, not lies.
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