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When I was eight years old, my family lived in rural Italy for a year.
An entire YEAR.
My mom's journal must've been over 1,000 pages by the end.
According to mine, though, only three things happened.
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ORIGINAL MAGAZINES POST HERE
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BONUS ISSUES HERE
I have returned from a week in Northern California. There were innumerable noteworthy moments. But the extent of my journal entries?
"monkey ball dream speech"
"cluster shatter"
"California has so many kinds of containers!"
I'd blame the fact that I was sick as a dog the whole time, but clearly there is a precedent for such negligent behavior:
(That upside down teardrop was a nice touch, if I do say so myself.)
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