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Dear Diary,
You know that feeling when you little sibling is up to something? Their grin is fact and their is an obvious elephant in the room. If he even stays in the room long enough to notice it. Why is he always cold? I can see his breath. His clumsiness has sky rocketed since about three months ago. I am also sure that I saw him, this might sound crazy, floating. Did one of MOM's and Dad's experiments go wrong, again? I do not want to battle more living hot dogs. No I am not crazy, but my family is. I am Jazzimine, Jazz, Fenton. The oldest of the Fenton children. I want to keep this diary as a scientific log of my brother's odd behavior. Something is going on, and I won't sleep until I find out what.