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In which the YA Author showcases The Great and Awkward of being a teenager. This Sunday we have Junior Prom. This is not the year of the escalator incident. That was the year before. You’ll see in this year, I’ve decided to wear a gown with straps. My date was the sweetest guy ever, andContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (12)”