The only reason I am writing again is because Clare has been pressuring me to write. So I am writing with my back against a tree, shooting glares at her while she helps make more flat-bread. I love Clare and all, but sometimes she acts like she knows everything. I suppose she might be trying to provide Courtney and I with a motherly figure, but it doesn't have as much sentimental value when "Mother" is your big sister. She's done so much for us anyway- but to move on...
I have nothing to write about. So this is a short diary entry. But Clare should be convinced that I spent near an hour thinking out some heartfelt words. I didn't. I just pretended that I was scribbling away at this page. I think it worked. She's giving affectionate and approving looks in my direction. Farewell, oh unused diary!
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