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wish I could tell Mom and Dad how much fun it is being Daisy sometimes and Tom some other times. I like Daisy a lot. I feel like she was inside me, behind my ribs. Funny to be two people at the same time. It sounds all mixed up I guess but it just feels swell. Mom and Dad don't know and I won't tell them. All they said when I got home was, "my you look cheerfur today". I sure did. Gosh, how I wish I could tell Sis about Daisy. But she'd surely snitch and tell Dad. I'll think about it. I'll go to bed now and I am sure I'm going to be Daisy if I really dream hard. Some nights I don't dream at all. I wonder why.

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(this is Susanna again).

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As you can see, there's a million things one could do with this diary plot. We could continue in a sequel which would show us the growth of Tommy D. through the years. How he finds these pages locked up in a trunk some ten years later and decided to keep writing...It could be an endless sort of vehicle for TV thoughts and experiences...But again, we might decide to end the story right at this point...and give it one of several twist endings....

The tragic ending:

"Tommy D's yellowed pages fluttered restlessly on the floor.... The window to the cellar was open and the Autumn wind slithered around the cemented surface, joyously happy to have found some more bits of dust to make make-believe whirlpools.. The stream of air suddenly grew still...It had touched something that was not dust and was not paper either...It was a heavy, resistant object that dangled from a rope tied to a beam in the ceiling. The air molecules coiled back and then sprung forward in a renewed playful assualt... This time the attempt was successful and the wind toyed with the hem of the blue skirt that stirred around the lifeless nylon-clad knees of an 18-year old boy.'

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