A piece of paper, seemingly ripped from a journal, has been crumpled up and thrown into a trash can. Reaching in, you see that it is written hastily with large and harsh lettering.
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Dear Diary,
....er. No. That sounds like I'm a frickin girl. Like that damn rat. Bet he writes that, with swirls and hearts and crap. God what a priss. A well groomed and freakishly strong priss, BUT A PRISS NONE THE LESS.
Diary,
Actually let's just get that girly word out of here. How about...something like....'The Scroll of the Cat' Haha, yeah, that sounds way cooler. And not girly at all. Okay, let's start it all over.
::The Scroll of the Cat--Day 1::
Haha! Yeah! Badass!! Alright, let's get this party started! ....er. Actually, maybe I should do it on a fresh page. Yeah. This was for practice. Don't want anyone to know I even CONSIDERED using 'diary' as the name for my recordings of my deep thoughts and daily routines. Cuz...then I'd have to choke a bitch.
