By Jo Paoletti
1965
You'd think I'd learn. Well, silly me went to a dance and that dolt V was there. Of course I didn't dance with him. I felt like crying, but I didn't - at least not until I got home. I love him for what he is, but I hate him for what he does. He must hate me an a
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