Hello! Are you searching for Lemon too? Are you hungry at all? I've got snacks. How long have you been out here? Oh, sorry, I guess you don’t eat. I don’t have any to offer, anyway. I don’t know why I wrote that. Where did she go? Lemon? I’ve never known a Lemon. It’s only been three days, but it feels like much longer since she left. Where did she go? She fell, didn’t she? Wait, who? Oh, it’s been five days, it says right there at the top. Haha, sorry, I forgot. I hope I’m not bothering you. I keep forgetting things. I started to feel angry. Didn’t I always feel angry? She’s gone, and she isn’t coming back. I can’t get her back. I can’t but I tried. I tried and all I got were my pages ripped out. Would you rip out your own pages, if you could? Did you rip your own pages? Did it hurt? Does it even matter if you can’t remember the pain? Do you want me to rip them for you? It’s okay, it won’t hurt. It won’t hurt when you can’t remember.