Dear diary:
In England, one day of December of 1843 in Manchester, a very cold morning my neighbor was looking at me because I was croussing the street and he was very scared about my vulture eye.
Another daay I suspect John (my neighbor) looking to the window of my house and I deduced that he was searching to me because he wanted to kill me.
On Wednesday I am writing in my dairy all the things that I felt about John, every hour and every minute he was looking at me, I suspect that he is planning with what and when he was going to kill me.
Then on Thursday I was looking at John and he is taking photos and focussing on my eye because I felt that he was doing a albumof all my information about my eye.
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