Dear diary,

  I'm an awful person.

  I got so angry I shouted at Blu today and he melted into a puddle. He does that whenever he's sad. I feel really guilty, and like terrible, just awful.

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  I said sorry and offered him some pudding but he's still not un-melting himself. This might get bad.

  I gathered him into a bowl so he's not just spread across the floor and brought him to Gina.

  Gina says he's shocked and it might take him a while to recover. I thought I was being obvious yesterday but I underestimated his obliviousness. Gosh. I need a therapist.

  Love,

  Tina