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[rena_mayne]

Rena stared at the little book on the table before her.  It was more than journal, it was friend, confidant, the one she confessed all too. It never judged, or offered advice, never tired to fix her problems, it just took in her deepest thoughts and darkest secrets and held them for her. Sleep. She'd been told to sleep. As if that was possible.

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[octoberhush]

Ohh, poor Rena =(