Dear Journal,
I don't know why you talk to that jerk. All he ever does is get us in trouble. At least I'm only taking their underwear and masturbating in their shampoo. (Mmm, the thought of them wearing ME around all day... running into their mouths and over their firm butt as they wash me out and re-apply me!)
But him!? Always sneaking and touching in their sleep and reverse fondling... It's disgusting. And what's worse is the smile that creeps on their faces as he talks to them on the street.
Wolf indeed. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Traitorous bastard JOURNAL!
STOP ACKNOWLEDGING HIM! DON'T LET HIM WRITE IN YOU ANYMORE! YOU'RE MINE NOT HIS!!
Journal, he's going to get us in trouble again. We'll have to move again. You know how uncomfortable you get in a new place.
Besides, Janis is a nice, pleasant young lady.
She's very pretty, with nice little breasts and tight fitting jeans.
I think she'll suit our collection just fine.
Goodnight, Journal.
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