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Guess I must be the only prude in the crowd. Guess that’s why Howard doesn’t like me

February 19, 1964, Wednesday, Scared day. I guess we’re through again. Went to the beach. I still love him. Drove to school. When I got there I got the shock of my life. Bonnie told me Laurie Chudnoff’s dad committed … Continue reading

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