Let's see. I'm finally 18. I can buy cigarettes and get my own blockbuster card. I can vote and inlist into the services. Go me. I had fun at my birthday celebration"s". I was mad at Robert. I think I got over it. There's no sense in being mad at him. He can't ever figure out what he did wrong, and if he can't know what he's doing wrong
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