Dear Diary,
This girl made my day! She's not as bad as she looked. Having the same, damp yellow umbrella my father had meant the world to me. While the wind whooshed past my window, rain drops dripped down from the gutter I looked into her eyes. With cobwebs linking up with the cupboard and dust lying upon the window sill, she looked like the most happiest girl on Earth.
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