June 12th, 2001


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Sitting here waiting for Frank to show up.
I'm kinda hoping he has some money for me.
But I'm not hoping too much.
I'm kinda hoping he has some weed for me.
That's more likely.
And I'm just counting on a really long hug.
Because he gives good hugs.
And I need one.


SO. Frank came over.
he didn't have any money, though he promised me $100 next monday.
That's okay
he didn't have any weed, he's trying cut back.
That's alright too.
He did give me a hug.
And another and another and chapped lips and shakey legs and a lil hickey on my right breast.
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