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| Dec. 28, 2002
@ 8:05 pm |
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I'm sitting here in my pyjamas at 8:05 pm on a Saturday night, eating a ready-made caesar salad out of a plastic container. My ankle is the size of a large apple due to the fact that escalators, walking, and *I* don't mix well. I'm thinking about the boy who was working as Sobey's when I bought my salad.... we went to school together. He recognized me and smiled. I smiled back. It was really nice now that I think about it, and now that I'm at home and unable to say anything to him. *sigh* ...But this salad is really good! I'm going to go to bed. |
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I think you lost some shyness, either that or I officially know
you too well. I guess it's a smokescreen effect huh....
I guess they call this the point of no return...?
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