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A Young Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-December, 1983

On Friday night, Teresa went out to a bar with Judy and Juliana. She started talking to this guy, who asked her out for coffee and said he’d take her home. The guy was an amiable loser: “He didn’t even know what gentrification meant.” But what really bothered Teresa was that neither of her friends called afterwards to find out if she was all right.

A Young Writer’s Diary Entries From Early December, 1983

Susan felt Sean was cruel to have disappeared and left me no way to contact him in the first place, and that he compounded his cruelty last night on WFLA by calling me with 50,000 people listening in on the radio, giving me no way to respond to him personally or to find out where I can reach him.

A Young Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-October, 1983

There are no ideal couples, but Mikey and Amy are both sensible and they seem to bring out the best in one another. Before the wedding, which will be next spring or fall, they’ve got to find an apartment – though that’s going to be tough, given New York’s horrendous real estate situation.

A Young Writer’s Diary Entries From Late September, 1983

Leaving the theater alone and driving down Biscayne Boulevard, I felt the way I used to back in the days when I dated Ronna in college and we’d go to movies on Saturday nights. I wished I had someone with me – even just an acquaintance – to go out for coffee with. Although it was late, I didn’t feel like sleeping.

A Young Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-September, 1983

I told Dr, Grasso that the University of Miami did not work out and also said I didn’t realize how good BCC was until I left. The state mandated that all comp classes be fewer than 21 students, so she’s been forced to add on 12 sections as of Monday. “You’re hired,” she told me, and I felt ecstatic.

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