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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jan 23, 2007 5:02:18 GMT -1
December 2nd 1993 My father is dead, or at least thats what grandma says. She bought me this journal as a 'sorry your dad died' present. She always hated Daddy ever since he left when I was a baby after my mom died. I haven't seen him in almost 6 years but I know that hes still alive somewhere... |
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jan 28, 2007 19:41:20 GMT -1
Dec 23rd 1993 Daddy isn't dead! he came to grandmas house to pick me up last night. They got in a big fight while I was packing my stuff and grandma made daddy leave. But later that night he came back after she went to bed and grabbed my stuff and me and leave. I manged to grab my diary[or what ever this thing is called] before we left. I hope grandma won't be really sad now.. |
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jan 28, 2007 20:26:48 GMT -1
Jan 5th 1994 Today I met my daddys friend John. He has two sons, Sammy and Dean. Sammy is 9 and Dean 14. Dean is really mean cause hes a teenager. Sammys okay but hes a boy so I don't like him. |
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jan 31, 2007 5:15:13 GMT -1
Jan 8th 1994 My dad is a hunter. He hunts ghosts and stuff, hes trying to teach me how to find and today when he was teaching me to use a gun I missed and shot Dean in the leg. I don't think he likees me anymore now |
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