6/20/1934
Dill didn't come to Maycomb County this summer like he usually does. He wrote me a letter explaining that he was staying in Meridian with his new father, and they plan to build a fishing boat. He seems like a nice enough guy; he's a lawyer like Atticus, but much younger. He promised me that once he got enough money he would come and marry me. I have to say that I'm really going to miss him this summer. Summer just won't be the same without him. This is the most miserable I've ever felt.
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