Dickie and I were planning to go to Paris. I had a very funny idea to get there: we could go to Paris in a coffin! I had talked with someone about it and he was going to pay us for it. But when I told my idea to Dickie he thought that I was crazy. I can't believe it! We are not as close as we were.
This morning I have received a letter from Dikie’s father. He said he thinks that I haven’t been successful. He is not going to send me money anymore. I failed!
After that Dickie told me that he won’t go to Paris. Instead, he suggested to go to San Remo. Well I preferred going to Paris but…
Saturday, November 10
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