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A horrible thing happened yesterday night that I forgot to tell you about. I was standing in front of the sink, just about to wash my face with the cleanser and stuff. Then I looked up into the mirror and saw a big, oval-shaped black object on the wall above the door behind me. So I put on my glasses so I could have a better look.

I think you can guess what the mysterious object was.

A BIG UGLY FAT USELESS GOOD-FOR-NOTHING COCKROACH!!
 

Omg! Did I mention I am very very scared of cockroaches? I despise them. They're so ugly and disgusting and so indescribably horrid. So I ran out and went downstairs to call Aunty Elsi, the maid, to kill it. It was high, above the door, so she had to take a mop to whack at it to make it drop. While she was doing all that, I was hiding under the covers of my bed. Before I slept, I took the cockroach spray and sprayed my bathroom with it, coz Emily said I should.

So just now in the bathroom, I was also about the wash my face, just like last night, when I saw another -- you guessed it -- cockroach. Except this one is dead. At least it's dead. Thank you, cockroach spray. I just whisper-screamed, "Oh my God!" (I'm sorry! I'm sorry!) and ran out. Then I opened the door to take a peek at the cockroach.

Why in the world is my bathroom always attacked by cockroaches? I hope they die! I hope they all die!

I'm scared!