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8:45 p.m. Whitechapel, Canada.
Dear Diary:
Earth to Diary, Earth to Diary.
This is Commander Keaner speaking to you again, reporting from my padded base in the observation zone on Earth.
Funny.
Today Benny laughed at my way of writing in my diary, I think letting him read my pages was not the best idea ever, but he was so insistent that if I didn't give it to him he would end up taking it magically.
If I'm honest I'm impressed by Benny's talent with wizardry, I didn't think he would be so good, I always thought he would have a future as a botarga, and Benny, I know you're going to read this, consider being one.
I hope that someone also thinks that I am talented beign a vampire, because I would like to be named as the best vampire in the world, in flight, or in hunting, or in enduring not consuming humans so as not to scare Ethan; I wish someone would name me sometime as the best.
Benny regularly asks me to help him heal his scrapes, and it's so complicated, I mean, I could easily take advantage and take his blood, but I don't, I think I'm doing a good job holding it back.
I should have a medal with my name on it. Nope! Better with "R-Dog" on it, so i would be someone cool, with a cool name. Benny and Ethan would probably like it. I'm worried about not getting calls from them right now, I thought they were coming to watch the new Flash episode with me.
Mom is making popcorn down in the kitchen.
[Tear]
Maybe they forgot, but whatever, I don't feel like sharing popcorn with extra butter and extra salt and extra popcorn.
I don't know how to write what I think now and I'm running out of ink.
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I'm going to go get a new pen, I'll be right back.
Did you miss me? I hope so, and I hope you're happy with my return. I wish Ethan and Benny are happy too when I see them after a long time.
Poor you, diary, I write their names a lot.
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Today I also scraped my elbow. When I tried to eat a squirrel. In the tree. I fell. I don't blame Benny for not cleaning my wound, I know he was away and probably busy.
Diary, do you think that if he had been there, the wound would have healed by him? Would him have fixed it with magic? It wouldn't be necessary, I'm a vampire anyway, but... what if I bleed, would he mind? Would he help me?
Because I would.
I do.
Forget it Benny, I won't let you read this.
Mom called, the popcorn is ready.
Commander Rory announces his withdrawal.