by Amy Cross
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Addendum – The intruder is becoming intolerable. He is loud without speaking, and he constantly attends to my every move even though he never comes close enough to touch me.
I also fear that he has perhaps begun to read my diary. The reason I say this is simply that the creases on the spine are changing in ways that do not match to my own habits. Again, I worry about seeming paranoid, but when I turn the front of the diary to one side, I am sure I can see fingerprints on the surface that are not mine. So if I am right, and if this invisible intruder is indeed reading what I write, then I have a message for him: Either help me or leave me alone!
There, it is said now. I shall update no more tonight. No more addenda. Just good, honest hard work.