Here's another great entry written a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday: "The last time I wrote [in this diary] I was twelve. Now I am a teenager and confused."
I am here to bear witness that the confusion has NOT gone away.
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Funny how literally we took such things. Twelve years old and all is well; thirteenth birthday and all hell must needs break loose. How many other admonitions and proverbs did we take to heart like that? Dr. Pepper is a gateway drug to Budweiser. The Second Coming is just around the corner. Democrats consort with the devil. Stop scowling or your face will stick like that--okay, that one was true.
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