For my sixth birthday, my aunt gave me my first diary. It was a paragon of 90's girl diary fashion — its hardbound powder blue sides were bound with a flimsy lock that rubbed the gilt off the pages underneath it.
I loved it at first sight. I loved the girl in the portrait on the cover with her curly hair and white dress holding hydrangeas in a copper va…
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