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It's nice to take walks. to look inside a window and like what I see on the
otherside. I think this might be what my dad's afraid of happening. but
then again. he ain't a romantic in any sense. he can't be this symmetrical.
he's just him. sad. and an angry boy. I cut my hair two days ago. I took
the scissors to them. I felt so liberated. boy did he get mad.
Sandra