May 15th, 1990

Dear Diary,
Today was pretty normal exept for the fact that my mom was being a real brat.  I wish that I had more understanding parents.  Like Sam's.  One the subject of Sam, he was sneeking glances at me every time possible.  We are getting really far on the puzzle.  We have the outer rim and most of the inside.  I hope Sam likes me. 

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