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Monday, June 04, 2007

Feeling a little ill this morning - the little boy was behaving most oddly last night, climbing onto me and staring right into my face, with his ears held flat. He was scared about something, I think, and refused to come back into my room after I opened the door for him. Left me feeling very uneasy about my own room, for some reason, but later I carried him back and he was alright then. Very. very strange.

Shall have to arrive a tad earlier today as well.

Wenky
5:59 AM
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