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I don’t know how to dance like the kid’s at Westchester High.

January 28, 1964, Tuesday. Hard day, tired, no Saffron meeting, Finals. Drove to school, took Marilyn and Vera. The American Lit final was sooooo hard. After school went to Lauri’s. Made tuna sandwiches and then fell asleep. Bought two Supremes, … Continue reading

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“Fred is such a sex fiend, but I like him because he puts me in my place”

January 5, 1964 When I finally got to sleep at Lauri’s, I dreamed I went to the prom with Fred.  Marty came over to see Lauri and when they were in the other room, I spelled out HOWARD, FRED, MIKE. … Continue reading

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