When I was young I wanted to be Harriet the Spy. I sported this green raincoat that was much too big for me [I still have it as you can see] and clumsily tried to uncover the lives of neighbors. I think I liked the idea of having a book full of secrets that I could keep close to me, protect, and re-read over and over again. As if somehow having a collection of truths would prevent me from making the same choices [mistakes]. Even now, the idea of it fascinates me.
Tell me a secret?
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