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Sorry about the spelling errors in the last chapter! My spell check didn't pick them up!

R&R Please

Oh, and Jokestress Lamine, you owe me a cookie.

February 4th

Dear Diary,

All right! I will go to work, and I will be professional, and I will NOT ogle over Mr. Wonka, no matter how nice his smile is, or- NO! I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THAT! And to prove it to you, once again, I will bring you with me to work (and I will not let anyone read over my shoulder this time).

See? I've made it to lunch without anything happening. Sort of. Well, you see, at the testing room, I basically sit and wait until Mr. Wonka addresses me, which is where I am now writing to you, at the table where I sit…and wait…and wait…until he's ready for me to try something. Usually he has got 50 of everything, so I'm never not trying anything., but right now the 'eye candy' (lovely name, eh?) seemed to give him trouble. It was supposed to change children's eye color/design. For example, someone with naturally brown eyes could change them to blue, or green, or pink, etc. And then there were Halloween versions, to give cat eyes, and ghost eyes, and the like. But for some reason they weren't working. He kept muttering something about someone giving him bad Kredallas eyes, whatever they are. I don't want to know. But anywho, I was supposed to be telling you about what sort of didn't really happen, right? Right. So, what sort of didn't really happen was that every time he out a candy down for me to test, he'd hit my hand. Not hard or anything, just a light brush of our hands together, and it made my hand tingle. At first I thought it was just an accident, but it happened a lot, far too often for an accident. However, when it happened, I would look at him, and he wouldn't be paying any attention to me, he'd already be turning and walking away, mumbling and lost in his ramblings. You know, he really shouldn't mumble, it makes it hard for anyone to understand what he's saying. So now I don't know what to think. It was probably just nothing, anyways. Damn. Well, anywho I'm going to go f-

He read over my shoulder! AGAIN! That…that…MEANIE! I…I'm going to…RAWR!

And that's all I have to say.

Melissa