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May 23, 2025 (TWO DAYS TILL MY BIRTHDAY TWO!!!) Quaker Day. Franklin High’s wild, loud, chaotic, perfect version of a celebration—and Emmett is here. He didn’t skip. He could’ve. I really thought he would. But he’s here, in the third row under the seniors' flag, in a white shirt, with that haircu...

(If anyone read my last public entry here called "Prom Thoughts"? It originally ended with: "Emmett, I didn’t fall in love with you because I wanted to. I didn’t need you. I think it’s because you made all the loud sounds in my head quiet. You made me feel seen. I was used to barely…