I have a blue little diary. In that I write pretty little things. Or little nasty little things. Sometimes Dennis gets to write in it. He only writes the nice stuff. I like my blue little diary. 

And then I fell. I fell so far that I forgot how it was not to be falling. The tingly feeling is stuck in my tummy and I don´t ever want it to go away. And I keep falling. I keep falling. 

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