August 26, 1887
Dear Diary,
My parents read the paper today as we ate breakfast. There's already been a missing report filed on Analise, but no one really cares. She didn't have anyone that loved her. She didn't have anyone to care of she went missing.
I care though. I care about everyone my parents kill.
- Ida
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