10/11/03
Maryanne’s party was so fun. We went swimming. It was so annoying because there was a fly buzzing around my legs the WHOLE TIME. Finally I bent down and slapped my foot, “I got him!” But some of my fingers went on the ground. And out of the whole backyard, where could I have chosen to put my fingers? In dog poo, of course.
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