What a sad day. My friend Cat called me at 8:45 this morning to say that one of her cats died. He fell from a sixth-floor landing. Cat had to take his poor broken little body to the veterinarian's office by herself. She is heartbroken and in shock. What's even worse is that she must break the news to her four-year-old daughter. So awful.

We both knew it was no good for her to sit at home all day thinking about William, so we carried on with our plans. We saw the new H_arry P_otter film, she helped me choose some things at the scrapbooking store, and then we had dinner.

I am in love with Professor S_nape. Does this mean that I am mad as a hatter?

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