4/25/2010
June
Dr. Brown, who was supposed to take me to an asylum, turned out to be very nice and allowed me to stay at his house. Slowly but surely, he cured me from my depression. At first I did not speak, but he did not lose patients. He taught me about his grandmother Kikapu’s theory about the soul being fueled by candles that are lit by matches which can be lit, but if they become cold and wet when a person is sad, they cannot be lit and the soul inside you leaves. I feel the theory is very true, and right now, my matches are wet and my soul is missing. John can help me dry my matches. He is healing me and I feel happy, comfortable, and warm when I am around him. He says I need someone who can relight my matches. Although I do not feel the same, amazing heat around him as I do near Pedro, I think he may be the one I need.
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