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I listen to the same song over and over.
School was fun. I forgot I had to write an essay.
I went to Leah's, she fed me.
We made some really great food, Leah is a fun person to cook with.
The Bad Motels sent out a song to me.
I've agreed to call it "my song" instead of "the good song".
They invited a strange South Korean man to sit with us.
He smoked American cigarettes.
I dread checking my private messages.
I hope tomorrow is as much as I wish it would be.