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Dear Diary,

Finally, moving day! And, at last, a glimpse of sunlight through a gap in the tape around our box.

“Where are we going?” I wonder. Have we been marked “FRAGILE” cargo? … Ouch! I guess not.

Soon, a fluorescent glare floods in. It’s coming from the stark, humming fluorescent tubes on the ceiling, and an impatient, small, sweaty guy is manhandling us onto a rotating display.

This is scary. I’m glad my identical siblings are here.