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Florence's Diary

Hamlet and I were very good friends when we were young. We always used to hangout and have a good time. We would do different activites which made being with him a lot more fun. We were madly in love but that's what we only thought. We said to our parents we were getting married and all they ever did was laugh becuase we were 5 years old saying this. Hamlet was once a conservative, nice gentalemn. I havn't talked to Hamlet for a couple year snow but what I hear from the town news is that he's gone mad. Crazy should be his middle name. Ever since his dad died and his mother remarried his brother, he hasn't been the same which saddens me because I always knew him as such a loving boy towards everyone including his parents. They never fought nor had a dissagreement. Hamlet did was his parents asked him to do and followed the rules, never was a risk taker like me. I contiusoulsy asked him to go on adventures, sneak away from our families and destroy things and he was to scared and said no. This is a photo of me. Hamlet gave it to me for my sixth birthday as well as a couple other things. He would spoil me and loved to see me happy even though most times he ran out of money because his parents wouldn't give him any or he spent it on boy toys which ended up in me buying a lot for him. He never wanted to see me sad or down.

Hamlet and I sitting under our favourite tree when we were younger, having a picnic. Picnic's were our favourite thing to do after school on monday nights just before the sun went down.

After school everyday, we would go into the fields,in each other rooms or watch movies and play until we got the call for dinner. If we had dinner at Hamlet's house, there were always servers taking away our plates and we wouldn't move. I learned from being at his house a lot to always use your manners to the men and women dressed up in black and white wearing white gloves. Hamlet's mother would give you a glare if manners weren't used and she wasn't afraid to stare me down either because I was basically apart of the family. As Hamlet and I grew up, we still talked but school had an effect on our relationship and we saw less of each other. I wish that didn't happen. Hamlet was the one for me. He knew everything about me and knew my whole family. We were basically bother and sister. You could say we had little crushes on each other because one night Hamlet leaned over after dinner and gave me a kiss on my cheek in front of his whole family. Hamlet's parents encouraged us and were happy for us but I didn't know the meaning of having feelings for someone or what to do with them. My reaction went horribly because I went pitch red and said thank-you after. Why? I don't know. I t was a spare of the moment and I said it. Now I'm working for my families company and have been for years now. We have multiple restaurants in our home town and a couple in a few other cities. Hamlet's family visits me every once in a while and usually makes up an excuse for why Hamlet isn't there with them. I've heard it all and I know they aren't true because if they were Hamlet would sent his apologizes to me afterwards.

Anyways, I'm going to go have a bath and relax for a bit. I'll hopefully get a chance soon to write in my diary again. It was nice reminiscing! Bye, Florence.

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