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R&R Please

Sorry bout the delay, so here you are!

February 2nd

Dear Diary,

Oh…My…Bob…you will not believe what happened (actually, now that I rationalize it, you probably will, but anywho…) well, first off; apparently we have a cleaning crew! I never knew that! (Although it does seem like something obvious, I mean, it's a candy factory, of course there's going to need to be a cleaning crew. Once again, I say, anywho…) So, someone on the cleaning crew found my paper, near the taffy puller, no less (and I don't want to know how it got over there, on the OTHER side of the factory) and put it back in the inventing room, 'cause they thought it belonged there, and you'll never guess who picked it up. Yup, Santa Clause. Don't you just love sarcasm? Anywho, what was I saying? Oh, right. Yup, Willy Wonka. And I, in my supreme Geniosity (Yes, that is a word… now. And because it is such an incredible word, it deserved a capital letter) left my name. On the paper. With the shamrock. That is now in the hands of Willy Wonka. SO! Now I'm in the inventing room. Yes, currently in the inventing room. I decided to bring you with me today, and-

Sorry, Mr. Wonka was asking about whether I thought they should taste like lime, being green and all. I asked him if he'd ever eat a lime with his chocolate bar. So we've decided it shall just be sugar flavored, like the sugar that melts in your mouth kind.

Anywho, where was I? Aw, bloody hell, I forgot. Anywho, I suppose I should let you go, I hav-

Sorry, again. Mr. Wonka said that these things would be massed produced once they were deemed safe, and I get paid 5 per cent of all profits. Cool. I asked him if I could go back to work, but he said I now work in the inventing room, to test his ideas. Lucky me. If I turn blue or grow a beard by the time this is over, I'm going to threaten a lawyer to sue for me. Well anywho, I should really go this time. He keeps trying to read over my shoulder.

Melissa