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Hollow-Holler
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May 15, 2009 - 9:33
Liesel ran away last night. I hollered her name from the window where she had escaped, and from somewhere in the back yard she trotted, squeaking. I realize that I only write about her, and that is because she is the only nice thing I can think of in this, surely the darkest epoch of my dumb life.
I did kind of clean my room, though.
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