It didn't surrprise me that she wrott sumething horifying, considering that that's the way her dad Dad makes a living. A chip off the old blck, you could say. I just happend to catch it in her book bag, shoved in between her math hommework and her reading bok.I never expecteed it to be so....um, well, I'll let you be the juge. This is the story, word for word,
The ded can still see.
What they see is not what we see.
Knobody knows what they see.
But maybe they can talk to.
I wonder if my dad will tel me.
Wat he sees.
I'm sorry for the speling mistakes, but I'm duing this in kind of of a hurry, and I'm really tiered. Haven't slept much lately.. She's in the living room rigt now, watchingg TV. I think. Have to chek up on her soon, without makiing it look like I'm checking up on her, You know what? I found outt something really intirestng.
No amunt of cofee in the world can compare to a litle gurls ceaselesss curiousity.
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