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Only interested in meeting cute boys, I don’t know how to ski. I don’t think I will learn either, I don’t want to get wrecked.

February 24, 1964, Monday, Howard hasn’t called in a week. Can’t wait until Saturday. Going to meet someone better. (Wish he would call.) Drove to school, it was such a drag, until Edna thought of going to the snow. I … Continue reading

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