21 Saw Dan at breakfast. He has not destroyed his diary after all as he said he had. I saw a new drawing in it but did not read any. Muzzy is still packing and so am I. Dan read my diary (when I wasn't looking) up to June 30. I was pretty hot at first but I guess it was coming to me for reading part of his. He had an awful headache to-night and I don't wonder! Half the mush he read in this diary would kill a stronger boy than he is. After all, I don't think I really am fond of Donald in a sentimental way. He is jolly and funny and really doesn't care for me anyhow so why should I? I don't think I do, even in the face of all the trash I've written here. Come home at 9:30 and there was Muzzy, face down on the bed reading a cheap novel, the rascal!
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