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Feb. 5
It's been 2 months since I sent that letter to Oliver, and all I've gotten back is nada. Zip. Then again, they're all like that once they get adopted. Bet he's living like a king in some fancy folks' home and forgotten all about us. Really thought Oliver was different, that he'd be my friend for life. Guess I'm just a fool.
Feb. 8
Ann sat all the little kids down and told them a story today. She said, "All the kids that get adopted are turned into food for the 'boogie men.' That's why no one hears from them ever again." Not sure where she gets her ideas from, but she's sure got the mind for writing trashy horror novels.
Feb. 13
There's something weird going on around here, and it's not just 'cause of Ann's stories. Don't get me wrong: I've been in worse places, and this place is funded by some big drug company, but why can't we call people or go outside? Why are there so many doctors around? What's with those shots every day? It's almost like we're....
Feb. 14
I'm getting adopted. Me. Most people go for younger kids, so I figured I was too old, but I can't say I'm not a little happy. Who am I kidding? I'm totally psyched. I say goodbye to this place on the 20th. I'm gonna try my best to be a good son, someone my new mom and pop can be proud of.
Feb. 19
Oliver came back in the middle of the night, all messed up, screaming "help me" and stuff. I didn't even recognize him at first; his face was all peeling and melted off. He's with the teachers and doctors now. It's just a skin thing, they say. He'll get better soon, and then we can go on adventures together again.
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