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I am not sure that it was a good thing that I got so much experience Saturday… Now I’m addicted yet I have no way to get more, save Susan. French kissing is addictive. Damn. What a way to close out this volume of my diary! Now I am faced with finding another notebook to use. I wonder just how long this journal will last. I can imagine myself as an adult looking back on this… It’ll, like Saturday night, appear as just a dream, and nothing more. All I have as proof are the two hickeys. I’d do anything to relive my kiss with Sabrina and her hickey. God.