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22 September 2005 10:25The writing is hurried, jagged, tiny. Two words over and over again, covering the front and back of the page.
fucking idiot
The next page is folded. The corners brought to the center of the inside binding, then folded over again, held shut with a single piece of tape, hiding its words from view.
The journal is left discarded on the floor of Ella's room, Jason curled up on the oversized beanbag chair, the little girl curled up asleep in his arms.
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Date: 22 Sep 2005 19:59 (UTC)"What's wrong?"
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Date: 22 Sep 2005 21:04 (UTC)"One day, you will be secure in the fact that no matter what, no matter who, in the end, you are all that matters."
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Date: 23 Sep 2005 02:06 (UTC)Sighs, licking Gabe's skin. "Bed?"