I loved your memo, btw...

''It's not a memo, it's a mission statement.''

Sunday, October 27, 2002

I had the strangest dream about Cerritos. Somehow I moved back before graduation day and everything just wasn't the same. Friends were not friends anymore. At school, everyone didn't recognize me. Then at Di-Ho market, some lady got into a fight over the price of a rug or something with Steven and it became cutthroat.

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