Entry # 5
Tuesday, April 1, 1975
Mom's home. She's crying. She said Alexander's not coming home anymore. I asked her why, but she won't tell me. Alex started crying, too. I went to my room before I started crying. Crying is for babies. I didn't like Alexander anyways.
-Vincent
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