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2001-08-15-8:45 p.m. Today in Sa-land---The Prot�g� Speaks. Some time this afternoon, my prot�g� broke her vow of silence. I was hoping that she would be able to sustain this speech deficit for at least a week, but alas, it wasn�t meant to be. She got my attention to tell me something about a person she knows. She hasn�t been brave enough to ask me any inane questions, though I�m sure they will soon follow today�s breakthrough. I was really hoping for something a little more�I don�t know�dramatic. Maybe some sort of confrontational outburst that would make her look like a complete fool. Nothing ever works out the way I plan. My hopes are always dashed. I never get to have any fun. I�m such a spoiled baby. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
