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an exploration of an 8-year old girl's journey through the 1970s; a retrospective glimpse into girlhood in america, from the perspective of a young diarist.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Our Grandmother

Wed. January 11, 1978

Dear Diary,

Today my dad was still in Washington, D.C. We really missed him. It was funny not having our grandmother there that morning but we were use to it.


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