My secret sister gave me stationary with a poem in a different color on each page. I love it. You won't believe it, I like Tony Matthews a lot. I keep writing his name everywhere and not knowing it. I hope he still likes me as much as he used to.
I have to go soon. My Grandma's still here.
I might have to go to the family reunion OR Youth Conference, oh no! I want to go to both--especially Youth Conference!
I have to go. I can write more when Grandma goes home, but I don't want her to, but oh well. Night.
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