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Written 7 December 1996 when I was 10 years old
Today I went over to Clara's house. I had fun. We went to Markham [my elementary school] and just hung out. Then we played a stupid game. When you invite someone over, they invite you over. This just keeps on happening until you're not friends. If you're best friends it doesn't seem to matter.
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As long as I could write, I've been writing "for fun." First privately in childhood journals and .doc files saved on a dial-up era desktop. Then publicly during my 20s blogging heyday. Here's a sample of my musings, plucked from different ages and posted in a non-linear timeline. Archives
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