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Entry 22 A. & M. are great friends. I don't ever use that term lightly. We were out to see Dragonheart, and we talked, laughed, were one. . . When driving home, I pulled up next to a girl in a car and She was a looker (to use a term older than myself). The same thought seem4ed to run through all our heads, and A. even thought to call dibs. What I have missed. . . A. and I are kindred souls. We are one in the same, only opposite personalities. I am Quiet and reserved, he is loud and outgoing. I cherish the time I have with him. Alas, that time is short. Why Fate tempts me so with. . . I do not know. I need my life back. I need to love and to be loved. I need to understand enough to ask more questions. I need to flounder at Death's door. I need, not to watch, but to be watched. Alas, alas, a-lack-a-day. You dear reader, cannot comprehend what I write nor what I feel. My thoughts
are laid down, as is my being, in these pages. What you hold in your hands is
not a pile of paper I impart my life to you. . . what do you offer me in return? knowledge is a fair exchange for knowledge. Leave before I take my due. . . Lost. . . What I have is not worth the price I paid. Do not try to learn everything.
The bookworm, though far more clever and romantic, is no match for the strong
and dexterous when it comes to women. It takes a true genious to combine both.
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