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Dear Diary,
Today Robbie played with the kids again. He obviously was trying to get them to sleep but he looked like he was having so much fun anyway. I hope he got some rest though, he had big, dark marks under his eyes. His eyes are very nice. Gray. Like thunder clouds. Stephanie found him out and he stormed off. I tried to say something but he ignored me. I wish he wouldn’t ignore me. He gives the kids so much attention even though he says he hates them. If he paid me more attention I could at least pretend like he liked me.
Emotions are important. And sometimes as a hero it is hard because you have to always be strong for everyone else. So I try to make time to write in this diary every day.
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I need to stop this. Robbie hates me. I need to get my shit together. I’ll shut my book and tuck it back under my pillow. I wondered if I’ll dream of Robbie again. I don’t really know if I want to. The dreams where nice…but when I wake up alone.