Dear Diary,
twenty-five weeks.
Getting up to speed, I mean getting hyper, first thing
in the morning, that's hard.
Dad cheats, he drinks this foul brown liquid that comes out
of a flask they keep in the food lab.
That's probably what makes him so hairy compared to me.
Recently I drank water from a glass, and I sucked garlic mashed potato from a knife. Eh, so what's the big deal?
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