When does a diary stop being a diary? Twelve years ago, my innermost thoughts were locked up and hidden away under my bed. The only person who knew of it and tried to read it was my younger brother. But even he couldn’t read it because I made up my own alphabet. But just so I won’t forget, I had the code written on the last page. My brother got
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psh
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