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September 13, 2007
Where was I? Oh yes. Spencer and his mother Ramona. I wouldn't call Ramona "nice" or "kind". She was more along the lines of "mean" and "evil". When we were little it wasn't so bad. Since we were "little" she had to be nice to us. If she wasn't we wouldn't like her and we would tell our dad which wouldn't be good for her. So she was nice. Then, we grew up. Now there was no point to be nice to us. So she started glaring at us when we would come downstairs, started us all on stupid diets (when i was already under weight), locked up food, and treated us just plain awful. But, my dad liked her, he thought we liked her so everything was good by my dad's standards. Only my brother and I knew how we felt about Ramona, how she really was. My brother and I would vent to my mom about Ramona but that wasn't enough. We talked to each other. Chatting about how evil Ramona was and how we dreaded going back to his house. We hated it so much over there before we had to go back my brother and I would cry and beg our mom to keep us at her house. It never worked. We always had to go back to the dreaded house...
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