Day 4,593

  So I fell for the trap. Fine.

  The book was just there on the ground. Eina was nowhere in sight, and I thought to simply just leave it be. That should teach her a lesson. But my damn conscience would not let me, and so I picked it up. And thus the trap was sprung.

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  How stupid of me.

  And what a clever girl she is. I told her I didn't even see its contents, but she countered me by saying that she didn't mention letting me see its contents. She only said that if she lets me see it. And I saw it. So now she has read my diary and even wrote in it.

  I am tempted to tear the page off, but my conscience, my damn conscience, would not let me again. So now I have to live with this shameful reminder until I die or I burn this diary.

  Gods help me survive the coming days.

  A Slayer's Diary.

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