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Some guy wanted to know where I got my bitchen 57 Blue and White Bel Air Chevy

March 4, 1964, Wednesday, Ugly Day – We almost got in a fight about Tijuana.  He lies to me. Drove to school.  Looked ugly all day because my hair was a mess.  Came home did my roots.  Than we had … Continue reading

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