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November 3, 2008
Continued from 11/2

At 17 years and 93 pounds, I've got two fewer years and 15 fewer pounds than the last girl he'd brought around, so why I thought he'd never be interested in me is beyond me. So it was with such outrageous naivete that I went with him to the art museum in his atrocious Cadillac and endured kisses that weren't nearly as enchanting in the flesh as they had been in my mind.

My mom notices that not only am I not scrambling to be near him this morning but that I'm avoiding him altogether.

Continued 11/4