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Monday, April 26, 2004

I have a confession. He left a hamburger in my backseat, and even though the next day the entire car smelled like meat, I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. It took me a few more days to finally detach myself.
I must be the saddest little girl in the entire world.

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