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[21 Mar 1978|08:56pm] |
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why isn't this a good idea?
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[15 Feb 1978|08:58pm] |
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i wish it had been more than self defense.
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[18 Dec 1977|01:37am] |
i can't sleep.
i keep thinking of tomorrow and their tomorrows.
my mum owled me to make sure i'd get onthe train tomorrow and she mentioned a party.
the twenty third?
i'm required.
out of all the siblings.
is anyone not going who will take my place?
i'm going to be feverish that day, can't attend.
and there isn't any point in bringing a guest.
i'm going to lie down and practice being sick for that day.
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[10 Nov 1977|08:18pm] |
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i don't don't don't don't don't want to talk there, benjy, evan.
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[29 Oct 1977|08:35pm] |
good.
the school was quiet today.
i thought there was a warning to stay in.
must have heard wrong.
better everyone left.
excluding that nobody who went died.
nobody who stayed died either.
obviously.
i got a letter from someone about their visiting next week.
if they're here hopefully bletchley won't cry during the game.
i don't want to be embarrassed.
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[27 Aug 1977|05:22pm] |
counting down the days.
i'm trying not to because she said it would be harder.
but it doesn't leave much else to do.
another summer of failed escapes.
once i'm of age i'lll go away and stay there.
no one to visit here.
ever.
elena left yesterday.
that's all.
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[17 Jul 1977|11:35am] |
i refuse to post about the weather.
but it is unbearably warm.
i think it is someone's ploy to keep me stranded.
and weak.
heat rises to highest levels of the house.
stairs melt into walls.
try to run dwn them and i'll only trip.
ridiculous ploys.
even the mice are too warm.
when does the train take us back?
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[22 Jun 1977|01:02pm] |
i suppose someone would notice if i stayed.
summer is too long.
would rather stay here.
it would be quieter.
smarter, too.
without the mudbloods.
not meaning mudbloods are at home.
all clean.
hoping for a train wreck.
not figuratively.
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[28 May 1977|05:36pm] |
no owls this year.
none of the paper ones, at least.
both are dead.
forgot my old results.
doesn't really matter.
had one o.
two ds.
no place to go.
congratultions on recovering from your sickness, benjy.
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[16 May 1977|10:54am] |
the mice aren't back yet.
if i enjoyed food i would start a hunger strike.
i dissapprove of fighting for a cause.
it's better to win than fight.
i am still writing.
writing because the book is here and i am here and no one else is around to watch.
the evans are rabbits.
whenever one of those rabbits can be remedied would be appreciated.
i can't be expected to do everything myself.
only some.
benjy fenwick.
that looks ugly in print.
someone's back in the dorm.
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[23 Apr 1977|04:56pm] |
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still nothing.
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[09 Apr 1977|01:14am] |
steps first with left foot.
sickenlying glossy hair.
robes neat, pressed.
distractingly long eyelashes.
average 237 pages to a book.
no freckles.
black shoes.
no visible scars.
eats slowly.
nails too well kept.
obnoxious handwriting.
does not like dormmates.
edit; likes some, dispises others.
in the library too much.
bright(offendingly so) eyes.
answers questions in class.
vain.
talks too loud.
does not talk too much.
has non-required books in rucksack.
right handed.
shoulders too narrow.
has one sibling.
long, straight nose.
walks quickly.
walks w/a purpose 48%.
walks w/a purpose(that really doesn't matter in the end) 52%.
likes to learn.
yells all too often.
difficulr to keep up with.
makes friends easily.
makes enemies easier.
lips too full.
thinks self of above-ordinary intelligence.
smells like flowers.
and lemons.
unsuspecting.
smiles more than will admit.
normal sized front teeth.
teeth too white.
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| no, jigger i will not. |
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i am going on a journal strike until the mice are returned.
but this does not count as a post.
this is a notice.
benjy fenwick, you aren't going away for the holidays, are you?
who cares about a easter anyhow.
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[07 Feb 1977|07:16pm] |
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i am not going to the masque.
i am not even going to talk about the masque.
i do not appreciate the talk of the masque.
but i don't except this to stop it.
goodnight.
i am going to enjoy our mouse-ridden dorm.
the dorm that jigger sees fair ntot to interfere with.
there are laws again that.
goodnight again.
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[03 Jan 1977|02:31pm] |
i don't think i like breakfast.
or lunch.
maybe dinner.
everybody always looks at other people when they eat as if they haven't got anything better to do.
that's why you need long hair.
then nobody can see you, like a long curtain over your face and it isn't dark though.
if someone wanted to see you they could just sever the hair off though, really close to the scalp like an open razor.
i think too many people care about their hair for their own good so there should be more razor feelings.
beautiful people probably like being stared at during meals so there should be no beauty or meals either.
one or the other.
vanity should be a sin.
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common room isn't quiet enough.
i wish more people in slytherin went home like their parents asked, instead of burning the owls.
probably would've smelt better if they burnt the letters, too.
there's no teaching anyone anymore, in more ways than one.
if you like counting.
all and all, i had a happy christmas.
no hufflepuffs left to hear whinging.
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