Sunday afternoon, after recovering from a horrible flu, I received news that my friend, Miko, lost his noteworthy purple folder. You may, by the way, play a pun by removing the “e” in noteworthy; for in my sane mind, the only salient aspect of that folder is its color – and that would be purple.
The reason why I am venting this to you, dear diary, is that I have no other confidante that I can trust as much as I do you and Miko. Unfortunately, the other option is quite insane – literally.
I also heard that he was a speculative subject of some weirdos who think they are the greatest psychologists the world has ever seen. In fact, are they even real psychologists? I saw them prancing around school, hopefully with permission, following his every move and every… I really don’t know what to say.
Nonetheless and with concern, I followed them as they followed him; with permission, of course. And I bet, at the end of their little exposé, they may find that in their field, there is someone else who is as formidable as they think they are. Notwithstanding, they were indeed making progress in their little research, albeit rather oddly.
Miko also reported that he asked the duo’s assistance in his purple folder search. To my dismay, he never consulted me. I wonder why.
Really, I do.
Even so, I stalking-ly looked inside his red file folder where he keeps all his speculations about this case. Note: I had nothing to do with the disappearance of the purple folder, and I have an alibi.
Really.
Anyways, as I searched and searched for something to pique my interest, I found this:
Thus I have all the reasons to say that other than the purple folder, my friend has encountered yet another dilemma. In this case, it is his heart… something that has probably stricken him more vigorously than my dreadful flu.
Sincerely,
Francis Medvedev, a friend of no exceptions.
Please read part 5 here.
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