August 9th
I cannot believe it, in my own house! My own uncle! Fuck Uncle Chauncey! I can't believe he porked Trish! And I had to walk in on him holding her in the splits like she was some rag doll! My God, the look in her eyes--Christ, the look in her face! She was loving it...
How could she? How could he!! I thought he meant something different when he said he was going to make it up to her for losing at the wet t-shirt contest...
I feel like total garbage. This summer truly has been an absolute fucking nightmare. And I will NEVER FORGIVE HIM! I don't have an Uncle.
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