Dear Prudence, even with feeling kinda sick, went out to play tonight. She discussed important interracial problems with a friend (the white rich person being the problem), watched and sung along with people belting their hearts out to 'You Oughta Know' and 'Eye of the Tiger,' made a couple new acquaintances, and danced to some ridiculous top forties (seriously why is it 40's and not some other number?) music, only to end the night singing and dancing to Frank Sinatra.
Stared up at the stars on the way home.
Goodnight.
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