Dear Journal,
Uncle Parris was questioning me. My heart was pounding wildly. I was afraid I would say something and give a hint. He was asking what we were doing. He saw parts of what we were doing, so he should have some hint, but I just played along. I told him all we did was dance. We did dance, so I didn't lie, I just didn't tell him the whole story...
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