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When there was nothing else to do, we could always go up on the roof and gossip.

February 21, 1964, Friday, I’ll see Howard at the beach tomorrow. How should I act…Boring day. Drove to school. Day seemed to go so slow. Talked about Shelia a lot. After school, drove Marilyn to Dale’s, (her boyfriend.) Then went … Continue reading

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