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 Wednesday, February 16

Well, careful what you wish for, I guess. I didn't wake up to the Dream Erasing Machine, but I did wake up to B calling my name with a strange tone to his voice. Poor little Mite died last night and he found her this morning. I'm not sure what we're going to do now; this is one of those times where you really need a back yard. Bye bye, little one.

10:05 AM

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