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Diary of a candid teenager

I told the man and his mad-about-fashion-wife that this thing was irrefutably not in my control. They refused to listen. I was earnestly doing the most I could. ‘You’ve got to understand!’ The husband exclaimed again, wagging his index finger at me. I am (or think I am) good at enduring callous words thrown at […]

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