Today, it got up to a sweltering 88 on the red mercury. But it was nice because Dad called off the rehearsal because we were doing so well! He says that my part of Arne will be very good if I can just speak up a little louder. Since there was no rehearsal, Mom (or should I say Mama) didn't have to study her lines. So we went to Zucky's to eat. Then we went to the beach and played all sorts of ball games, and skipped rocks on the water, and romped around on the beach, and met people, and did everything you do at dusk on the beach. (Except didn't make out on the beach like all the other teenagers we know.)
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You know ... sometimes, I can be writing a fun, poignant entry — one that calls up in my mind more than three decades later the clear, warm memory of a specific night in question, and how beautiful it was on the Santa Monica beach, and how carefree and light my life was — and then I can completely ruin it with one ridiculously creepy parenthetical remark.
All punctuation and spelling has been retained precisely as I wrote it 32 years ago at age 12.
What's this all about? This is what it's all about.
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