Every time I write in my journal, the words disappear! I think they are going to the future?!? This is my personal journal of EVERYTHING that happens in my life and that I think about.
June 29th, 1988
Dear Diary, I still sleep with a blanket. I don't know why. Tloday everyone in the family exept me is going to a splish splash thing. I wold be fun if I could go!
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