Dear Diary,
Today was a rough one. The stress was unbearable. I am ever so grateful to have found my happy place for I needed its sweet embrace several times during the days inane proceedings. As directed, I allowed the vessels of my youthful memories to circumnavigate the tumultuous oceans of my discontent. Once in calm waters, I was enraptured in visions of summers spent with my chums; all of us gaily glistening in the mercilessly beating sun by the old concrete pond. It was as if I had experienced the same release from my everyday cares which until now had only been marked by the secrecy sworn to by young boys in misty woods.
Sincerely,
Dick Moft
P.S. I purchased a six-pack of Vaseline and a spatula today and I don't know why.
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Ohhh Gosh! This is unbelievable, I'm Chad Osingworth, one of your very same boyhood chums and I was also remembering those afternoons in the misty woods today. and I tell you; the crocodile does come home...
Kindest regards,
Chado
Dearest Dicky;
If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times; NEVER use a spatula when applying vaseline. It causes one's 'danger zone' to become overly puffy and slick. I find that a medium large spackle knife will hold you in much better stead. Surely you've not forgotten everything I taught you?
I remain,
Ms. Mary Cone
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