« Dear Diary » #22


Yukon, I don’t know dates anymore

Dear Diary,

I think I’m gonna die.

It might appear really abrupt and desperate to say, but we’re freezing. We live in the car with no heat.

Mister Moore coughs really badly and I can barely write.

They say the body in Seatle is Dorianne. Dory.

They say she was killed. They don’t know by whom, but they are sure it is a murder.

An old lady doesn’t stop talking on the radio. She says she is Dory’s GrandMother.

Is she mine as well ?

Dear Diary, I’m cold.

Your Siobhan.

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