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01/28/1990

Pure Poison

Artic_fox January 28, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Ha! Who am I trying to kid. I could care less it its Super Bowl Sun. And what do they mean 'Sunday'?  

Any minute now, I'll see Noah's Ark cruising by (really). We spent today building Lego stuff and playing ping-pong.

I think that my bro Q will remember me most mean, when I sneak kissed him or made him let me kiss him in payment for a favore [sic]. Kisses to Quincy are pure poison, and its just instinct for a sister to want to drive her brother crazy. But I sure love that kid. Always will.

Many times today did I shake the blizard around my Arctic fox. Thinking of you Anne.

Posted at 03:36 PM in Diary |

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