Tom, what am I going to do? I think I'm going mad. There was another attack today and I don't know where I was. Dear Tom, Percy keeps telling me I'm pale and I'm not myself. Dear Tom, I can't remember what I did on the night of Halloween, but a cat was attacked and I've got paint all down my front. There are rooster feathers all over my robes and I don't know how they got there. "Dear Tom, he recited, watching Harry's horrified face, 'I think I'm losing my memory. 'Of course, she didn't know what she was doing at first.( pages 309 and 310) Little Ginny's been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes- how her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how' -Riddle's eyes glinted- 'how she didn't think famous, good, great, Harry Potter would ever like her. 'What do you mean she won't wake?' Harry said desperately.'She's not-she's not-?' 'She's still alive,' said Riddle. But there was no mistaking him- 'Tom-Tom Riddle?' Riddle nodded, not taking his eyes off Harry's face. "Harry was looking at him through a misted window.
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