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Saturday, June 11, 2005

Mom

Sometimes I just wish I could talk to my mother. All my friends that are girls are so close to their mothers, and they are able to talk to them about everything, and I mean everything. I just confessed to mom that I have had a drink of alcohol twice, not drunk, just a drink of alcohol and she is panicking on the verge of tears and it has been like twenty minutes. This is just ridiculous. "Fighting with fire Jessica". That is all she will say to me.

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