Dear Diary,

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Today there wasn't someone here. Yesterday they weren't there either. The day before they weren't there. The day before that they also were absent. For a portion of Friday they were there. But then they stopped being there. And here nor there is not where they are.

I fear that death doesn't affect me anymore.

I'm tired of it.

As a friend duly pointed out: Life is short. I love you all.

Sincerely,

Evelyn

Next friend.