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It's amazing the crap you miss when you're gone for a while. Stacy is six months pregnant. I used to talk to her every day, such a cute girl. She seems happy most of the time, but I know she's been through some serious issues too. The look she gave me as she got in her bf's car after grad night was indescribable. She looked pained. I'm glad and sad for her at the same time. What else? So many people didn't recognize me at first or barely recognized me; I've changed so much in just a few months. I guess I could think of how weird it is that I won't see so many of the people I've been around for four years again, but I'd rather think of the go-kart shenanigans.