Donnelly, I don’t know if you use this sort of thing, but I figured you might like writing down your daily thoughts in pen. Sometimes it feels good to seep out all the gooey stuff in your brain and put it somewhere else. So this is for your gooey brain matter. Merry Christmas, Luna Not my diary. It’s his. My stomach twists with this information. I gave Donnelly a Christmas present, which definitely means I trust him. He’s good. A good guy. Knew it!
