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Sunday, October 13, 2002 ( 6:22 PM ) Dear World, I apologize to the boys (and you know who you are) who were writing to me and then I blew you off. I just haven't been in the mood for frivolity in these past few weeks. I haven't forgotten about the band, in fact it's become even more important now. Because I need to cast spells to help save the planet. And I haven't forgotten about pranks, and that's even more important now too. I have a prank in the works that is going to send a message to all those SUV drivers out there that HEY!!! YOU SUCK!!! but it's not ready yet, and I've been feeling down in the dumps. I think i am finally really completely actually sick of Shawn, though. Fuck him anyway. Henry is still dead. I had to dodge a lot of cars (including a stomach-churning number of SUVs) to scrape his body off of Harrison Street. I dug a hole in the yard (well, it's not really a yard exactly but it's what I had handy) and buried him. I put some stones over the little plot and said a spell to wish him well in his next life. I don't have a best friend now. I miss Henry.
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