Dear
Journal,
Today my best friend died. Elizabeth was her name. I wasn’t home to be
at the funeral, but we had our own at the camp. She died from being hit by an out-of-control
horse. I don’t know what to do at this point. It just makes me sad to think
about it. It’s like Father Christmas forgot me or something,. But it’s OK.
Petrus will keep my spirits up. Hopefully.
-Pepin Williams
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