Dear diary
As I lay on my comfortable pillow in my small room I think of my yellow umbrella. The day I gave the umbrella to the boy made me feel like I gave away a memory. It was a mistake giving him the umbrella. My family had it forever and if I tell dad what happened he'll get angry. I feel so nervous. My legs are shaking . . .
The smell of sawdust from his clothes is getting stronger as he got closer to my room.
My dad asked where the umbrella is...
I have to go. Goodbye.
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