Seventeenth Day.
While I appreciate the water falling from the sky, I really, really dislike the rainbow plastic remainders left behind when they [a pause] pop. Those are like the bane of my job as a housekeeper. They get stuck in all the stupidest places, like on roofs and gutters, but I highly doubt they're environmentally friendly. That's why I'm ( Read more... )

[Piece's handwriting is small and kind of bubbly but easy to read.]
Fifth Day.
I know that no one knows me yet. I'm called Piece, and this is my first time writing in this journal, even though I've been here for a few days already. I think I was 'finding my feet'. I know that I have to be dependable and find a job soon, and I was thinking of trying a ( Read more... )

( of winter and death, of tears and loss )

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