March 8, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12
Dear Diary,
Everything's been going great 'round here. Quincy still won't eat a thing (picky!), Tricia's still in love, I'm still in love (I just die when he smiles!), Andrea actually ate with us today.
Naw-- truthfully, after reading this, do I sound like a snob?
I don't know, but I don't think I'm one, at least I hope I'm not.
Rebecca, I got a letter from you today, and loved it. I'm just dying to go to TAG! I hope I make it.
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I hope your [sic] happy right now. I am.
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Everything's been going great 'round here. Quincy still won't eat a thing (picky!), Tricia's still in love, I'm still in love (I just die when he smiles!), Andrea actually ate with us today.
Naw-- truthfully, after reading this, do I sound like a snob?
I don't know, but I don't think I'm one, at least I hope I'm not.Rebecca, I got a letter from you today, and loved it. I'm just dying to go to TAG! I hope I make it.
*
I hope your [sic] happy right now. I am.
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