Dear Diary,

Yes, I saw him today, sitting at the last desk, doodling in his notebook. I tried to see his doodled image but couldn’t.

After school he went to the market behind our school with friends. He crossed my way and I heard him saying, “Yes, we can play video-game at my place.”. I saw him laughing and high-fiving with his friends.
I hate him, hate him for the care-free life he lives.


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