That wasn't a good story. The end.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Lunch
I'm about to go to lunch with a friend of my mom's. They hadn't seen each other in about 20 years and they had dinner. Now she wants me to see him. And him to see me because he can only think of my as the five year old. Seeing me might put him in shock. I really don't want to go, but I'm hungry.
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Seems like a good story to me. But how did it end?
We all look twenty years older.
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