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Dancing in My Nuddy-Pants AER
Hello, my gorgey little chums.
It's me here writing to you once again from the seat of civilization (and no, I do not mean the lavatory ... or rest room as you lot alarmingly call it). What I mean is I am writing to you from my bedroom to welcome you to another exciting(ish) diary of my fabulous life [hyperlink to Dancing in My Nuddy Pants page]. Within these pages I run the gamut of emotions from A to er C, with just a dash of heavy snogging. You will laugh, you will cry, you will plead that you have a headache, but you know in the end you will have to read my book. And so you should, because as you know by now I am a naturally shy person and not one to dance around in the nuddy-pants for no good reason. Besides, it has taken me minutes ... er ... no, hours to write this diary for your enjoymentosity.
I do it only because I love you.
P.S. I mean this with deepest sinceriosity.
P.P.S. Which is not an easy thing to say. You try it and see.
P.P.P.S. Some complete fool (my vati) says that in Hamburger-a-gogo land "fanny" means bottom. This can't possibly be true. Teeheeee heeee.
P.P.P.P.S. It is true, isn't it?
P.P.P.P.P.S. Do you know what "fanny" means in English?
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I do; however it is a secret I will take with me to the grave.Possibly.
GeorgiaDancing in My Nuddy-Pants AER. Copyright © by Louise Rennison. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.