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I return to my personal hell. One thing I grabbed as I left the house was a notebook. Not my nice denim-bound journal, the one holding all my secretc and memories I must never lose. I left that in Caliente, secure in the care of Aunt J. This one I was supposed to write in for seminary. The one I never bpthered with. But Ms. Rose was right. Keeping a journal helps you put things in perspective. I could use some of that now. I reach up, turn on the reading light. Dig into my battered little backpack for the notebook and pen. I suppose I shouldn´t put anything incrimination in here. Then again, if they catch me, it won´t make much of a difference.