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I believe it will be a real relief to write down how I feel about him in his old book, and I shall do it whenever I can't stand him any longer; and if he gave the horrid, red leather thing to me to make me miserable he can't do it; not this spring! I wish I dare burn it up and forget about it, but I daren't! This record on the first page is enough to reduce me—to tears, and I wonder why it doesn't. "What, already?" exclaimed Patricia rapturously. "You duck! Tell me all about it instantly." "Say that again, young one," she demanded imperatively. "Make it good and plain this time.".
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