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Anissa looked at the increasingly perfunctory records at the end of the diary, her little cheeks slightly flushed, knowing that she had become a bit decadent. There was no way around it, she had been too happy recently.
The girl patted her cheeks, rallying her spirits. This time she must write her diary properly.
But where should I start?
Got it!
Let's start from when I entered my house today.
[September 1st, sunny. Anissa lied to her mother today. Mom always tells Anissa to avoid the demons on the street, but in fact, every time Anissa goes home from school, she deliberately chooses the streets with demons, because there, Anissa no longer has to worry about being bullied by bad guys. Everyone has become very civilized. Anissa likes it this way!]
