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This past weekenend was good. Really good actually and it went by entirely too fast. I went to the club (my now bi-weekly event) with Chris and Deuce, Deuce got violated by a 6'5" black man dressed as a french maid while I was busy dancing with a boy that I had met earlier in the evening in the red room downstairs. We danced for about 2 hours almost and we exchanged phone numbers. His name is Brock. On Saturday we hung out and Deuce and I went to the mall, came back, I cleaned the apartment and then Brock drove from Ann Arbor to come see me. We all hung out over here and he stayed until 4 in the morning when I walked him to his car. He's wonderful. Anyhow, I have some work to do before my stupid 4 O'clock class so I better get to it.
The End!
The End!