Life continues on here, as always. A second wave of winter has come our way, though, which will make for an interesting couple of days. Eva, as always, wants to go out besides the snow. She hates being cooped up indoors. It's a wonder people think we're similar. I love the indoors, she loves the outdoors. She loves the thrill of danger, of the fact of that someone could kill her. I love the idea of spending all day in a library. We're so similar-brown hair, brown skin, blue eyes-but yet so different.
Appearances can be deceiving, I guess. The differences between us are so apparent, and yet people assume we must be the same.
These days seem to drag on. I don't know why, but they just seem to. I would so like to be done. To be out of this life, this gang.
I don't know how, but I need to get out.
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