Mommy and Daddy locked me up again. They gave me Ratty to fend off the rats. I started to write in this book because Mommy and Daddy have been locking me up in the attic. And it's so dark in here, but I've found a hole in the attic window. I find friends in the dark. Coby always keeps me company. Sorry for the blood. A rat bit me. It seems Ratty does me no good. It's so dark, I'm straining my eyes. Where Mommy tied tight wire cords around my ankles, I still feel the burning pain. They say they love me. But how can that be true? My name is Rose Balliet, I'm 8 years old, and here's what I'm to figure out...
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