I bet you've missed me. I've been gone a whole week. I had my eyes operated on. Now I have to wear a patch for weeks, and I can see the little stitches where they sewed up my eye balls. Gross.
That was an entry in my grade school diary. Usually I just told my diary what I wanted most. Like snow. Please make it snow.
I wonder whom I thought I was writing to then.
I wonder that now sometimes too.
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