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January the 13th
Today I woke up before the sun. As I write this entry in my diary I feel as excited as I used to be the night before Christmas, when there was a Christmas, that is. Then I really have to clear up the mess in my room and in my home, in case my friend wants to visit it. If he comes I will make some milk for him; I'm sure he misses it. Then I take breakfast and go out to wait for my friend.
And I'm taking the knife with me again, in my backpack. Just in case. I will tell you more tomorrow.
. . .
Yes, it's still January the 13th but I really feel like if it were a whole new day. I have met my friend. It is more than a new day, it is a new life.
I did not ask him if whether he was really afro-American or not, because I did not want to sound stupid. Like if I care, anyway.
So, I went and there he was. Nothing but our meeting matters so nothing but our meeting I'll address. We greeted each other merrily, as if we had known each other from a very long time, like best friends the first day of a school term.
Everything was then as silent as in our first meeting. Maybe even more so. This time but one word was spoken- "Hi". Slowly, feeling the cold wind in our faces, his uncovered hair waiving in the air, we walked towards to each other.
Another moment of silent; two smiles. He smiled first and I replied in kind, only happier. From the depths of my soul and the tingling of his heart we both knew the great day had arrived. I guess we should have been more cautious, frightened even, but we weren't, honest.
Then I approached my hand to him, and he touched it as if it were a great tresure. Then, just at once, we embraced each other... I could hear his heart under his coat and he - I believe - could hear mine, sharing a concert of warmth.
"Do you want to come to my home?", I asked.
"Yes".
And then we came. He is now reading by the fire, but I think he wants me back, so bye.
I'll keep writing!
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