Antiques

February 12, 1990 | Age 12 | Tacoma

Dear Diary,

It tickles me to death to think that someday my work and belongings will be worth something (well they already are), as antiques maybe. Or the misterious [sic] B.P. puzzle of artwork and such all labeled B.P. Well, maybe that is my way to signify it was done by Sarah.

Someday I hope that my life will be an amazing mystery to be unsolved [sic] by future generations. Or is it? Have a try, find my work and there you go, it is everywhere, for always.

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I wrote you a valentine today, anything match?

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