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Dear Diary,

twenty-four weeks. Whacko! If I could just count that far.

Adults. What dopes. I try to set an example of frivolity, but they just keep working.

I do like the large Maple tree. It makes a lovely swishing in the breeze, a tocking with the woodpeckers, twittering with the birds, and a scrumptious twang when I grab its leaves.

And... heh, heh, nobody seems to notice me doing it!

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