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Dear Uncle Travis,How are you? Are you doing alright? War has arrived here. We have little to no chance of escaping, but I am, as usual, stubbornly optimistic, as Mother puts it. She has lots of opinions.The last pig escaped today. A fox came and carried it off. Digger tried to stop it, but he hurt his foot recently and was too slow. And besides, his legs are so short that it would be nearly impossible for him to catch the fox.We won’t have much to eat for a while. Is there maybe something you could do? You know, play into that ‘rich uncle’ ...
Hi, I’m Lucy. No, I’m not. Wait a minute. I need a better pen name. Let me think. How about Daisy? I like that. Write it! Write it now! Alright, I’m back now. I’m Daisy. I’m thirteen years old.Sorry, she meant to write fourteen. Can’t you even get the storyline straight? I’m fourteen. And no, I don’t live in Zurich. I am not Swiss! Stop that! Stop that! That’s a lie! Delete it, now!Thank you. I am fourteen and I live in Maine. I don’t live in Switzerland, unlike what some people think (glare). If you object to that, write it correctly.Good. ...
When Jack woke up, I had already been awake for hours. I had done everything there was to do- chewed his shoes, his socks, his underwear. Spilled my water, chewed my bed up. Ripped up the bath mat. Now that the sun was finally rising, I saw a new perspective. Maybe I shouldn’t have done those things.Huh. I considered the mess. Sure, it was big, but it could have been worse. It was going to be worse.A whine escaped my throat. I was so bored. Sun was shining through the windows now, but that didn’t change much. The sofa looked so tempting.I st...
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