Dear Diary,
My daughter has a hidden life. The other day I saw her on the road, wearing this skimpy outfit, accepting money from a strange man. When I confronted her about it she gave me a weird look and walked out of the room.
Dear Diary,
My mother has a hidden life. The other day I met daddy on the road and he gave me some money to buy myself jeans. When I went back home, ma asked me who that man was. How can she not know her own husband?
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