While Goody Brush was explaining blush, foundation, and mascara, she had seen it all.
"What are you looking at?"
"I'm not sure. What are you?"
"I'm a diary. A five year diary."
"Is five years long?"
"At first I thought so, but now I have only one year, two hundred seven days left."
"Left? For?"
"You talk strange. She writes in me everyday."
Daily Diary had to explain the process of recording the day's events. Now the others were listening.
"Sophie wasn't writing, she was reading."
"Sometimes she reads a while before she writes. Sometimes she falls asleep while reading."
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