Without the key I can’t open my diary and write in it. I put it and my skate key under my pillow last night when I had to take a bath. I looked and looked all over, under the bed, under my bedside table, everywhere. My skate key was still under my pillow, but not my diary key. I decided I’d better tell Mom. “I’m sure it will show up,” she said. “I’ll keep my eyes open for it when I’m vacuuming. Now, get ready because you have to leave for school.” On the way to school, I told Jeannie. She keeps a diary, too. So she understands how important it is for me to find the key. “Maybe you could write your diary in a notepad,” Jeannie said. “But that might be dangerous. After all, the whole point of a diary is to write down your innermost secrets where no one else can read them. That’s why diaries have little locks and keys.” “Well,” I said, “I hope nothing too important happens until I find the key.” I decided that I probably could remember stuff and then write it in the diary after I find the key and unlock it.
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