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day. Today. Entry should already be written anymore. Too bad. Shame. Tragedy. Punishment? Hope not. I guess now it was my duty. Probably too late. But better late than never. How true! A jumble of confused thoughts. How many were there? Difficult. Glarus little. But very noisy. Beautiful. Beautiful day. Beautiful indeed. It would be nice. Winning the lottery. Well. Next week. Next time. Where? How? What? Schötz. Where is it? Bo ¿somewhere. See you then.
Your Peter
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