Okay, so My dad returned from shopping at some weird shop and gave me the junk. Some barbie toys, some Avons, Some useless peices of Ansems report. Then a leprechaun came and demanded the Speiderwicks journal. I said i dont have it, And he went out looking in our backyard. He went over to the Place i *apparently* Buried it and I left, Going over to some guy that helped me bury it. Knowing he had made a digital copy, and he had over a bunch of guys. i asked for the digitalo copy and he said he didnt know where it was. well, i lent over to the window and i looked in the bin and the copy was there....
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