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Saturday, October 11, 2008
" that person ; 9:18 PM "

slept over at chris' and spent the entire night talking shit, wearing over-sized jerseys and singing too-tough solos. headed to changa's after. and then citylink.


that one moment in citylink made me flummox with a million feelings. it actually made me look UP. it actually questioned my thoughts on faith.

in a brown t-shirt with orange linings, his first word was a name that i've said countless times. and that word was the loudest among all his words. the biggest coincidence of my life, so far. and that fact that of ALL the lanes in citylink, we were in the same lane, it just...sheeshkebab...i can't even explain.






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