Tag: Fifteen
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100 Bottles of Rain on My Soul, 100 Bottles of Rain! [5 Feb 91]
Someone recently asked me if I make up any portion of Little Pam’s letters. I told her that, sadly, I do not. The look of shock and pity on her face… I won’t forget that. So it’s probably a good thing I’ve gotten you accustomed to what I was like at fifteen before I found…