This is a fictional diary. It has it's true moments, but I should point out that most of what you read here is made-up by an overcreative mind.
söndag 6 juli 2008
Nothing out of the ordinary happened today.
This was a dull day. Grey skies, not much going on at work, haven't seen anyone I know. Borring as hell. The peak was when Emelie jumped like gazelle, spilled coffee all over the place and screamed out her lungs, when a bee attacked her.
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