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Saturday, September 7 1918, sunny

Mom and I went out this afternoon.

Met our new neighbor, Mr. Wales, and I

have to say that their newly renovated

villa is much more beautiful than the

original one. Mom asked me to go to the

party again. God, I really can't refuse

anymore, should I compromise to her? Life

now is so uncomfortable and depressing

for me, maybe I should try to let go of the

past slowly. After all, Jay hasn't sent me a

letter for a long time... Or promise my

mother to go to the party held by Mr.

Wales tomorrow to relax...