An excerpt from Jessika Yamaguchi’s diary, July 9, 2003

I am so mad right now that I’m shaking. SOMEONE (and when I say someone, I’m pretty sure that it’s Brooke, regardless of what anyone says) tore the head off of Mr. Fluffbuns. Alexis and Mary fixed it, and for that I’m eternally grateful, but seriously, who goes and rips the head off of a beloved stuffed animal?! How would she like it if I ripped something of hers?

I’m so done with this camp that if I thought I could get away with it, I’d leave right now. I don’t care that I wouldn’t be able to go home, I’d figure something out. But it’s really dark out here, and if I take a flashlight, somebody will see me and send me right back here. And if I don’t take a flas...

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