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Dear Journal,
Wuz up or down. I hate Mama. Every time I try to do something right, she takes it bad. I’m thinking about running away. I won’t her to die. I HATE HER! I hope she burns in hell. I’m doing horrible in school. But Civil Air Patrol is going good. Talk to you later, bye.
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