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Little Tommy-Allan plays boy wizard; Emma the Magic Chair Barbie finds a bone
Friday. Have become somehow separated from the other Dementors and find myself lost in world unknown (poss. unknowable?)
Have been hanging out in a featureless sky above gruesomely ungothic scenery. Inhabitants appear (I shudder as I howl this) perky. Fear I may have to ask for directions, will be tricky as mouth not ideally suited to talking.
Convinced that Potter kid is somehow behind all this.
Hate Harry Potter. Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate.
Seven mournful wails already today. Go me!
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