Oh no . . .

Jul 22, 2008 16:05

. . .

I can't believe it.



. . . Ryou-chan, I think maybe it's a better idea if I bring you cookies instead of having you come over here. After what I heard last night . . . after what I saw . . .

Right. Well, here goes nothing.

I went downstairs last night to ask Graham if he had any sugar, because I wanted to try making some brownies, and he . . . he was on the phone . . . to someone named Jello.

I'm so scared! I don't think he saw me, but if he did I could be in a lot of trouble. I'm just glad Mana hasn't applied for a flat here yet! I love being by the park and having all this space to myself, but . . . I think maybe I should move. I'm not that good at keeping secrets, you know. But if I move, maybe he'll know I know . . . and if I tell him it's the bleach smell I could still have problems, because I'm starting to think it's his bleach . . . to get rid of the smell of all the sweets he has down there. There's more all the time. So that's what he was doing in London - stocking up on supplies for the Muffy Muffy people!

I just don't know what to do . . .
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