March 12, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12
Dear Diary,
Nothing exceptionally amazing has happened in the past day which I have neglected to write to you.
Poor Tricia's fragile heart is slowly breaking as she realizes that Kenton really likes Missy.
How silly he must think us silly girls to be.
In the hall I saw Andrea, 'hi' was the only word I said to her for quite awhile. Last Sunday I talked to Anne on the phone, we are both anxious to see eachother, soon.
Today, Melissa and I were teachers for the day (well, reading class that is), we led a disscusion [sic] on Ch. 5 of 'A Door in the Wall,' and presented Vocab. and a project.
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I absolutely adored our telephone talk. It had been so long, I had almost forgotten how your viose sounded [sic sic].
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