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Sunday, December 14 1919

Liar! Liar! It's all fake. Tom is cheating

on me. Tom carried on a clandestine love

affair. This time I noticed that his clothes

smelled of women. To add to his anger, his

clothes were covered with scarlet lipstick.

I had a big fight with him, but he kept

defending himself. I wasn't born yesterday.

I knew he was lying to me. Afterwards, I

cried for a long time. I was very sad, very

desperate. Those good memories were

broken.