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Have a lovely weekend!

My dad served during World War 2. He was in the air force. He knew some guys, and they were friends. When it got closer and closer to the end, him and some of the men he was friends with had to go over Berlin and drop a few bombs. Well, the Luftwaffe was having none of that, so they shot at them. One of the planes, one with one of Dad's friends, went down to never be seen again. They got back to the base and Dad decided he was the one to give the news to his wife. His wife was pregnant at the time, and Dad still gets choked up whenever he talks about her.

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Everyone from the nosiest gossiping housewife to the most innocent child on their bicycle wants to know what is in the house at the end of the road. It isn't really a house, however, more a run down shack. The weeds tangle up the sides and the roofing dangles off by threads. Bits of trash litter the yellow grass while the shutters slope to and fro in the slightest of breezes. The doors are rusty and the windows fogged and dirtied to the point of being unable to see through.

That is where She lives.

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06/10/2010

SCHOOL'S OUT!!

Oh. My. God. School is out and I am SO happy. Mom took me out shopping a bit at the mall to celebrate my good grades and I found the most DARLING SKIRT EVER. It's blue and frilly at the bottom and its a bit above my knees. The frilly bits have a bit of green and there are green strips going from the waistband down. So adorable!

Shelly said that she wanted to take me aaaalll the way from out of town to the inside of Eden and I was all like “What? No way!” there's some sort of park there according to her. Like, an amusement park and it has a water park and it sounds so COOOOOL!!! I can't wait! Mom and Dad said it was okay.

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I'm grinning. Grinning as I stroll into the bar, grinning as I order a drink, grinning as I scan the room. Smile wide and you always look friendly, and tonight I want somebody to talk with. Somebody to converse with, that sort of stuff, share stories. Perhaps tell a white lie or two about how I just came home from Iraq. Might explain the scars on my face and neck. A girl, perhaps just able to drink, walks up to the bar after entering. She's very sad looking. Awww.

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