Can you tell who I really am?
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Wednesday Jul 23, 2003
I shake them on to the counter. Each white disk rolls in a seperate … -
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Sunday Jul 20, 2003
His hand slid up my inner-thigh. I could feel each line in his finge… -
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Saturday Jul 19, 2003
It's Saturday. It's hotter than hell in Missoula: 90 degrees right n… -
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Thursday Jul 17, 2003
People swarmed around me with their stories about drinking and their … -
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Tuesday Jul 15, 2003
The American Death To the men who loved her before she was Maril… -
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Sunday Jul 13, 2003
I was walking up the stoop when my father opened the door. The muscl… -
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Saturday Jul 12, 2003
I've decided to designate saturday's journal as "my catching up" jour… -
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Thursday Jul 10, 2003
Smudges of charcoal swept across my skin as she repositioned my legs.… -
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Tuesday Jul 08, 2003
The Cracked Mary Fog is rolling in across the hills and into t… -
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Sunday Jul 06, 2003
I found her sleeping next to me in her gray pajamas, the ones she wor…