Feed me, Seymour, feed me!

My first diary had a purple cover with tiny pink hearts, multi-colored interior pages, and was outfitted with a brass lock and a tiny key that I kept inside my kitten music box that, when opened, played “Memories.”
As I matured, so, too, did the look of my diaries…eh-hem…I mean journals. Periwinkle pages gave way hip [...]

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