July 25th
...someone put a weasel in my backpack, and it seems quite determined to stay with me. It has curled up on my pillow and has gone to sleep, and tries to bite me if I attempt to move it and in the process awaken it.
I believe I shall name it George.
The house does seem strange without him. I see now why Mother is so quiet these days.
Well,
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