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| ====== Entry — Age 12 ====== | ====== Entry — Age 12 ====== | ||
| //Milkbank House. Uncle Rhys gave me this.// | //Milkbank House. Uncle Rhys gave me this.// | ||
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| He said everyone should have somewhere to put things that don't go anywhere else. He said it like it was nothing, like he handed journals to children every day, but I don't think he does. He gave it to me specifically. I'm going to try to deserve that. | He said everyone should have somewhere to put things that don't go anywhere else. He said it like it was nothing, like he handed journals to children every day, but I don't think he does. He gave it to me specifically. I'm going to try to deserve that. | ||
| - | I've been here eight years and I'm only now writing any of it down. I'll try to catch up. | + | I've been here practically my whole life and I'm only now writing any of it down. I'll try to catch up. |
| The mansion is the largest building I have ever been inside. I used to think this was true of all buildings until we went on a public appearance at seven and I saw that most buildings are not like this at all. Most buildings have ceilings you can touch if someone lifts you. This one has ceilings that feel like weather. | The mansion is the largest building I have ever been inside. I used to think this was true of all buildings until we went on a public appearance at seven and I saw that most buildings are not like this at all. Most buildings have ceilings you can touch if someone lifts you. This one has ceilings that feel like weather. | ||
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| //The father watched me at dinner. I caught him looking and he didn't look away. He just — continued, evenly. Like I was a column of figures he was checking over. I looked back until he moved on. I don't know what I was trying to prove.// | //The father watched me at dinner. I caught him looking and he didn't look away. He just — continued, evenly. Like I was a column of figures he was checking over. I looked back until he moved on. I don't know what I was trying to prove.// | ||
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