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Dear Diary,
Papa brought in someone new today. A person with bright red hair. When he walks, I hear jazz. I'm getting better at the piano. I play jazz when that man walks by. He tries to pat my hair, but I pull away. I don't like to be touched.
That man eats a lot. I saw him drooling when he saw my theremin. It made me scared. My theremin isn't for eating. But that man isn't mean. He is very kind to me. Unlike the large lady. When she walks by, I hear tubas. She smells strange, too. I don't like her at all, but Papa says we need a 'full set'.
I still can't talk very well. Papa and Mama tried to teach me, but I just can't. Even writing takes so long. But I want to get better.
I have to.