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Dear Diary

LECTURES 248
Votes 4
Chapitres 11
Durée 58m

LECTURES 248
Votes 4
Chapitres 11
Durée 58m

80s family feminism friendship motherhood

What is a diary ? what is life like living with insecurities , lost love , desire to run away from it all but always on the inside looking out  ? . Delve deep into Jessica's psyche through her entries set in 80's Washington DC . Experience life through the eyes of a single mother doing all she can to hold herself and her family together . It's said that when life gives you lemons ...sell them and buy oranges , trust me , they're sweeter , but I digress . A new story awaits , what you gonna do with itTous Droits Réservés

80s family feminism friendship motherhood

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