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    DAY OUT
    Monday, September 20, 2010, 12:58 AM
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    I am going out with her today @ 3pm. HA! Lets fall in love.

    Sometimes I wonder who reads this. I wonder if you know me. Is it weird if I ask you to “like” this if you read it?

    I wonder if anyone thinks I’m writing about them. I doubt the one person who inspired this reads it. She doesn’t even know I think about her. How lame is that.

    So much of hating her.. eh.