In the first twenty-seven days of the first month of the year, I have lost two fourty-five-cents rulers, my name tag, my other name tag, a hairpin, several exercise books, and of course the clever red notebook.
They have all hidden, and are all still hiding in a black hole called Zathura.
Two hours ago I tied up my hair in a comparatively high position so that I won't tend to sleep and apparently it is working and this is the most random sentence I have written here.
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