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Im on Letternet, a big letter-writing network thang, and i get a magazine from them, in which theres a page with "please write to me" things. I'd never written to anyone in them before, or since for that matter. But this girl, Esme, sounded mental, so I wrote a letter, and planned to post it the next afternoon (it was actually a few weeks since it was published). I went in to school that morning, and there was a new girl there called Esme. It was the very same Esme. How fucking wierd is that?
Somewhat less strange, what i'd more class as fate- In lisbon I met pedro at the closing ceremony for this thing, and spent all nite looking for him, accidentally bumping into him, but never thought to ask his number. There were 30,000 people there. Imaging how many trains, with how many carriages, at all different times, to all different places, you need to get them all where they want to go.
I hopped on the train, dissapointed to be leaving him behind. He sat right in front of me as i got on the train. I felt like singing.
Jackson, that rocks. |
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