Chapter 53
Fifty-Three
Tweetie’s Journal Entry
Present Day
Chicago
To my teenage self,
I know our journals are sacred. That we said we’d never share them with anyone. But she has to know. She has to read our thoughts for herself. It’s the only way to heal us. To stitch up the wound from the past and move forward to a new future. Sorry, buddy, but I promise you, we can trust her.
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