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I never used to keep a journal. I don't think I'd write in this one now if it didn't have my name on the cover. I asked Holly about it, and she said she didn't know anything; she never got one. I guess she doesn't know everything about this place. I kind of wish she did, though. It'd make things easier to figure out.
I touched Buckley again today. I know I shouldn't have-- at least, that's what Holly says. But he was playing in the backyard and he fell down and scraped his knee, and when he called out nobody came. Dad was in study and Lindsay was still at school, and I was the only one that was there. (I know, I know, I wasn't really there, but it was close enough.) I reached out and patted his hair for a little while, and that calmed him down enough to get up and go ask Dad for a Band-Aid.
He didn't see me-- I mean, he didn't really see me. But he knew, and that was good enough.
I touched Buckley again today. I know I shouldn't have-- at least, that's what Holly says. But he was playing in the backyard and he fell down and scraped his knee, and when he called out nobody came. Dad was in study and Lindsay was still at school, and I was the only one that was there. (I know, I know, I wasn't really there, but it was close enough.) I reached out and patted his hair for a little while, and that calmed him down enough to get up and go ask Dad for a Band-Aid.
He didn't see me-- I mean, he didn't really see me. But he knew, and that was good enough.