April 12, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12
Dear Diary,
Just before I began to write, T left. She came after school (well, 6:30), and we had a great time.

With turtlenecked shirts wrapped around our heads, we pretended we were English girls, condemned to being nuns by our possessive father. We were sent to Iran on a mission (explaining for the turtlenecks).
It was fun. T and I play the strangest things, and I love it. But at school, Andrea gets in the way, also she thinks its stupid. However, she is still my good friend.
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I love my life, so carefree, and free. I will always remember this.
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