Dear Diana,
When in doubt, you don't have to think; a glass of water is the thing to drink! – Xander. You could certainly say that now. It's raining cats'n'dogs, and the wind is blowing something fierce. We just had our candy, and the taste is playing trampoline in my stomach. Maybe I shouldn't have had that special King Sized white chocolate peanut putter cup. Xander is playing with my Bop It toy that I got for my last birthday. Anselm is horrible. I just cannot stand much more. Sometimes I hate my little brother.
Molpadia
Just a note: Molpadia was the villain of my Amazon stories, and she was a huge meanie and stuff, so the fact that I signed my entry as her shows how bad I felt about saying that I hated Anselm (which, I of course didn't, it's just how sibling relationships are, especially when one is four years old and the other is barely ten).
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