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Another Phobia

For the past few weeks, I have gradually developed a phobia for taking a bath. The one who has read my entire diary (whose name spells Nobody), may have seen this coming. At first I got afraid of the spray bottle until I really panicked upon seeing it, so the family switched to bathing me in the kitchen sink. After a while, I saw little pink elephants there too, so the past few weeks the family decided to give me a rest and not put me through it at all. Today, Sophia saw me trying to bathe in my drinking bowl, so she asked me if I wanted a bath. When she asked me to step up, I bit her! No, I really, definitely, absolutely refuse to even think about it. However, I am afraid that eventually the family will think up A Plan...

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