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dear diary

this is my seventh week in high school and I got my first date.

the way he said it made me breathe hard.

so I prayed to God to not let it kill me before we do that. 

scott: mary, will you do something for me?

me: anything

scott: don't die before I take you on our first date

me: when will it happen?

scott: tomorrow


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