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Oh lordy. I have a whole box of horrible short stories and bad screenplays, torn from the headlines of my own adolescent angst, from this period. (I seem to have thought my life just had to be made into a movie someday. Be very glad that it wasn't!) My brother found them when he was helping my Mom move a couple of years ago. He sent them to me, after gleefully reading and howling at them. I glanced through the material, but couldn't bring myself to read any of it in depth. There is certainly Mortified worthy stuff in there.
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