May 4, 1991: A Diary Entry
Posted on February 2, 20107:47 pm
Why can’t I have a car? Or at least someone who’s willing to chauffeur me around? What’s wrong? My mother isn’t even home to yell at about it. Perhaps if I go over to Laura’s, she’ll want to drive me to Henry’s after she hears about the boys who were there. I haven’t told her about those. I can convince her that it would be in her best interest to somehow get me over there. But then I’ll miss Henry’s call. But if I get to his house then It won’t matter if I missed a little call. I could get Jeff to take me. Yep, he was so bored he would go with me. Hmm. That would be sneaky. That would be smart. Good idea. What’s his damn number? Anderson in the phone book couldn’t be as common as Valenzuela. Could it?
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