January 9, 2023. Diary entry #20
I feel like every time I write in this diary it's about Elijah, but I don't care. Who else is going to read this? No one! Today, he went out to the store to pick up some eggs because I wanted to make crepes, but we had run out. When he came back, after taking a little longer than he should have, he walked in with a dozen roses for me. How sweet is that? I'm so head over heels for him and I don't know how else to put it. I better put them in some water.
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Mister Perfect
Mystery / ThrillerWhen I got home, I had this sense of urgency overtaking me. I needed to read those diary entries and I needed to read them fast. The faster I read them, the closer I could get to Eleanor and God, did I want to be close to her. I wanted to get inside...
