No, I can't stop writing this diary.
Typing
away at the computer is like a drug. It
also lets me clear my head and chill out a
bit, which is no easy task as of late. Fortunately,
there's Miss Thomson and her friends, who are like a real
family. Virginia once asked me, "Who still believes in hell?
And what about the Immaculate Conception?" I almost felt like
I came from another planet in
answering "Me". But it's not true. There are these people that meet in
secret, a bit like the first Christians, who sometimes
joke that they'll be thrown to the lions.
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