September 22, 1887
Dear Diary,
Am I an easy person to read? Do I express my emotions too much? I thought I did so well, but to Archie I was an open book.
On our date he asked me what was wrong. I didn't want to lie, so I told him I stained my dress that I was going to wear. But when he asked why, I couldn't help but to tell him. He didn't freak, he didn't run away. He stayed with me, which made me more sad. I broke down into tears and told him everything-the forest, the pigs, the rats, the leaving, the knocking, the headache, the blood, the whore, everything. He kissed me and said nothing could stop him from loving me. He even told me he wanted to help.
I told him he couldn't. They would kill him.
- Ida
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