THE SECRET JOURNAL OF NEIL PATEL #5

WARNING: NEIL LIKESES THE TYPOS....

Entry #5

Some nights I wander the streets. Doesn’t matter what city I’m in. I haven’t figured out why I do it. Maybe I’m looking for trouble. Maybe I’m just stewing. Maybe I’m just. . . I don’t know

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Anna Varushkin visited today. She was in town for a few hours and said she wanted to see the gang. I could tell what she really wanted: Daniel. He’s gone as he is most times. The disappointment in Anna’s eyes only lasted a second. She’s good at putting on a brave face. She’s got to after what she’s been up against. 
If I were Daniel I would’ve. . . well, she’s an amazing lady. Beautiful. Smart. Fearless. To me they seem like a perfect match. I wish I had the guts to ask him why he doesn’t make it more permanent. But he’s Daniel. Even Cal gives him room. 
Maybe one of us should pry. Isn’t that what good friends do? I think so. 
So I’ll try to be a good friend. I’ll ask him when he gets back. 
Now that I think about it, I don’t know him as well as the others. But damn if he shouldn’t grab on to Anna and never let go. 
Hopefully I’ll have some answers next time, Dear Diary. Fingers and toes crossed. 

Yours until the subsequent scribble,
 Neil