I hate it when people touch my things. So, today we went to an festival. I’m in Italy right know. And my anut mentioned a key that she gave me. I told her i didnt know were it is. Everyone is angry with me because I lost the key, but the thing I cant remember losing the key. The last thing I remember is putting the key on the table. I could hardly believe I lost the key, and Penelope, my cousin tells me, “I took the key and put it here, because I didn’t want you to have it and I dont know were it is now." So every one is mad at me and its not even my fault. She lost the key not me.And the punishment when I lose the key is we dont go to Rome. I wonder what it well be when there daughter is the one that lost it. Probly just a Word of disipline. Me and penelope have been fighting ever seens i got here i makes perfect since that she would take it. I get the anger she did the crime. Im so mad.
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