By popular demand (and by that I mean like two people), here's a couple of entries from Davey's cute-in-a-manly-way (not in a manly way) diary.

*Based partially on my own personal diary from ages 10-present*

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Dear Locd Diary,

I named you Locd Diary cos you have a loc on you! My name is David Jacobs, but momy calls me Davey. I'm 9! Bye bye. Momy sais its bed tiem!

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Dear locd diary,

Momy has a baby in her tummy! She sais she didnt eat it, but if she didnt eat it, howd it get in there?

I hope he's a boy. i want a little brother so I can protekt him and be his best frend

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8/3/1891

Dear Loced Diary,

I haven't written in you for a long time. my last note was almost a year ago... maby 2. MOMMY HAD A BOY BABY! His name is Les, but thay say it like Less. I don't know why thay named him that. I would have named him More becase hes so cute! I wish I had a camra so I could take piktures of him.

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9/1/1891

Dear Loced Diary,

I helped mom clean the kitchen today and she told me I'm a big boy and a big help. After that I played with Les (hes one now!) and played with Tommy and Henry in the ally by our house. Mom said she didn't like that, so Tommy and Henry said I was lame and a sissy. That's ok.

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9/22/1891

Dear Locked Diary,

Aunt Helen and Unkle Dan and cousin Larry came today. Before they got hear, we hae̸d to clean ALOT!!!! I also played with Kenny today we played inside and outside. It was fun. :)

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9/25/1891

Dear Locked Diary,

Unkle Dan And Aunt Helen left today. I wanted to play with Larry more but Unkle Dan had his job.

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6/10/1892

Dear Locked Diary,

Hello! Do you remember me? I'm back! From where? Nowhere. I'm doing well in school and I really like reading. My teacher says I'm really smart, just like mom says! Les is going to be two soon. He's getting so big!

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4/13/1893

Dear Locked Diary,

Can you tell I write in you spiraticly? Today I folded alot of laundry, wrote a paper for school, and read a book. Tomorow I have to write another essay, learn some math, and learn conjugashons (I probably spelled that wrong) in French. That's a LOT of school! Good night, Diary! Zzz...

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7/4/1894

Dear Locked Diary,

I found you! You were hiding under my bed! Happy Independence Day! This morning there was a big storm (but it went away fast). Later I am going to Central Park with Kenny to play. He wants to look at the girls, but I don't see why when you can climb trees. Girls are strange anyway. Les can be annoying, but he really is a joy. Les doesn't take naps anymore.

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7/7/1894

Dear Diary,

... today wasn't really that interesting. Im going to bed early tonight; good for me! Nothing else really to write about.

Goodnight!

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7/5/1895

Dear Diary,

It's been almost a full year since I wrote in you last! Just two more days. I have successfully survived another year of school. It's getting harder, but I still really enjoy it! I think learning is really fun, but most of the other boys don't agree...

I also met a girl named Anna. She's really nice and pretty.

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7/9/1895

Dear Diary,

I told Ken about how I feel about Anna today. It was bad.

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12/26/1895

Today I slept in til 2:00 pm. I'm a Lazy Butt! We took Granny and Papa's Christmas tree down today because it was basically already dead. There was a carpet of pine needles on the floor. It's strange because it was perfectly healthy yesterday. Now that I think about it, I only noticed it was brown after Granny's sister came to visit...

Cousin Jenny came over for dinner and to say hi. She works at a tailor's shop and she said she'd be sure my suit fit when I married Anna. I really hope I can marry her someday.

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1/5/1896

It's past midnight, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed now.

Here's to hoping Les doesn't barge in here for the fourth night in a row claiming the New Year Santa is here.

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2/21/1896

Life is tough sometimes. Some days it feels like it's never going to end. Those are the days we need to stick our chins out and face the trials without fear. Don't let a moment in the day slip by. Right now it's tough. Boy, is it tough. It feels like there's nothing ahead. Life is a never ending battle that can't be won by the little guy. I don't know what to do.

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6/6/1897

Well hello again! Again, it's been quite some time since I've written in you. I'm in a much better place than I was last entry. Tomorrow is the last day of school, then I can help mother around the house and make sure Les stays out of trouble (which seems like an impossible task). I've been very tired all the time lately and it isn't pleasant. I hope this goes away soon so I can do more to help out my folks.

So goodbye, Diary, until I find you once again 10 months or so from now.

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7/8/1899

Father got into an accident today. It messed him up pretty good. He probably won't be able to work for a long time after this and rent for or apartment is due soon. I don't know how we'll be able to pay for rent or even food.

It's obvious I need to get a job, but knowing Les he'll want to tag along. I need to find a job that both of us can do and will be accepting of a young boy.

I hope everything works out alright.

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7/9/1899

It seems the best course of action is for both Les and I to become newsboys. It won't be much, but it'll help keep us clothed and fed until father can get back to work.

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7/19/1899

Diary, you would not believe all that's happened in the past few days. It's utterly incredible! I once wrote in here about how life is a never-ending battle where the little guy never wins. WELL THE LITTLE GUY WON! The newsies started a strike that spread to all the working children in New York, shutting down the city and forcing the world to see us, to hear our cries. Jack and Katherine, two of the wonderful people I've met since becoming a newsie, and I led the strike and, with some assistance from the Brooklyn boys, made Pulitzer listen and find a fair outcome for everyone.

These boys, all these newsies, have taught me so much in such a short time. I'm more willing to stand up for myself now. If you don't, then who will? Well, now I have a second family whom I know will always have my back. Plus, Les has a bunch more boys to look up to (maybe not so much Race...).

I can't help but think that the hardships my family has faced were not pointless; they helped lead us to things that were even better than we had ever expected. At least, that's what I think. I have a special place in my heart of every one of the newsies (but not because I'm gay. The only man I love is my father). I don't know who I'd be without them, but I'm sure glad I never have to find out.
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...And that was the final entry.