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-::16.01.2004-12:25 a.m. Seems so surreal, sitting here. I'm going back to school in a couple of days - tomorrow, really. That doesn't seem possible. How can it be true that when I get there, he will be there? And Andrew too, and Melodee. People I haven't seen in a while. And new classes, new books, fresh folders from the bookstore. I want to run and find the door open. %%commentscount%% whispers in the dark Lovings: %%option1%%
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