Three years ago I started a journal in a little black Moleskine notebook I bought while at Denison University for a writing camp. I remember the Fourth of July entry was one of the first few; it's hillarious to think about, how poorly written everything was and how devoted to ridiculous things I was when I was 15.
Expect a few reproductions of these entries, just for kicks.
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