Last night in the party she met a boy; somebody mentioned her cousin and he said he knew him, he asked her about her other cousins, he knew them too.. and before they knew it they found out that they were from the same city, their fathers went to the same school, had a lot of friends in common.. the only catch was that he actually never lived in their city; he grew up in Sacramento, nevertheless he knew everything and everybody from her past...
it was weird but refreshing at the same time to meet someone who shares a past with you but has never actually lived it...He had lived it through his parents, and therefore he only lived the good parts... they couldn't get enough of each other... She even invited him to her party next month.
In the morning she got to talk to a long lost friend from back home after 10 years, she said she has been living down south all these years; she came here one year before her.. she said she will come up north to visit her family pretty soon...
And these were not the only things, in the party "T," told her that she had dated the same guy that she dated once way back.. and yeah he has eventually came out of the closet...
she had to pack and leave the next day.. for a short while though, she was coming back and it seemed like everybody else was coming back too...
There was no point in leaving she thought... It seemed like the whole world was moving into her back yard..
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hey, when did u secretly start a new blog and what happened to the old one?!
and i take my words back... do drugs by all means... just don't listen to that los angelesi music!!!
Cool Hand Luke: What we have here is a failure to communicate… Sorry, due to complexity of subject matter, I’m unable to contribute. I’ll just shut up and listen, but it sounds like a very intimate and painful story. Now I’m just curious to know more. Okay, I’ll really shush now.
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