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"summer Sisters" Is Probably My Least Autobiographical Book. The Whole Idea Started With Rowing Down The Pond. And I Heard An Explosion. I Don't Like Sudden Loud Noises. They Scare Me. And Then All These People Came Running Down The Hill And Jumped In The Water In Their Finery And A Bride And Groom Was With Them, And That's Where It All Started.

But If You Aren't Any Religion, How Are You Going To Know If You Should Join The Y Or The Jewish Community Center?

I Want You To Know It Was No Big Deal...those Movies Showing Women Screaming In Labor Are Plain Bullshit....there's Nothing To It...you Just Push And Push And Finally The Baby Pops Out...to Tell You The Truth I Don't Even Rember That Much About It Except There Was A Very Nice Guy Standing Over Me And Every Time A Strong Contraction Started He Gave Me A Whiff Of Gas.

I Think About Lenaya And Hugh. Will They Know How Much I've Changed This Year? Will They Have Changed Too? I'll Wait Until Tomorrow To Find Out. And Then It's Possible I Won't Find Out After All. Because Some Changes Happen Deep Down Inside Of You. And The Truth Is, Only You Know About Them. Maybe That's The Way It's Supposed To Be.

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