I didn't get my badges. I wonder what Denise wanted their names for?
Q, my birdie,
I have loved you so.
O, Bereft of flying,
You climbed hi and lo.
Even though I've loved you,
I wish I'd loved you more;
I prob'ly hurt you more than I
Loved you, please don't feel sore.
On Jan. 12, I am going to Lake Arrowhead. They won't let me bring you, diary. How awful!
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