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last night i cried for hours in the house i grew up in in California, trying to find any sign of remains from before the new owners turned my playroom into a storage office. Then some person i didn't know comforted me by keeping my mind off things. she took me tanning in this house that was supposed to be my old highschool. All my old teachers had crushes on me and i hung around talking with them until the tanning lady declared she hated me and was gonna kill me. i rode a horse into NYC and ran to the outskirts of Ireland with some boy i dont know. we sunbathed on giant cliffs and enjoyed life until the irish navy found out we had kidnapped a pirate. We gave the pirate back and i drove my jeep to conneticut where i almost hit Posh's car right before getting to new canaan. i followed her and found a wedding at the center of town. The guy from wimbledon was there and some black guy invited me to the wedding, but i wasnt dressed for a wedding so i said no.