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My feet are wet. Partly becuase it's wet outside. This morning I got up early to get to schol early for a latin meeting for our upcoming "Roman Banquet". You know discuss food, decorations, and all that jazz. So I'm walking, listening to AFI when it thunders really loud right over my head. I'm halfway down the street when suddenly it begins to POUR! I fun for some sort of shelter and find a big tree. I stay there until the rain clears and bolt for school. My shoes have a habbit of being squeaky when wet. SO I'm walking, sloshing, and squeaking. ALone in a big hallway. I got to the meeting ten minutes late.
I go into english and my friend Cade notices my unusual wetness of the che. He says, "From now on I'm giving you ride to and from school!" I just nodded. It was neat.
On the ride home...his car smelled like hash... it made me happy.
I go into english and my friend Cade notices my unusual wetness of the che. He says, "From now on I'm giving you ride to and from school!" I just nodded. It was neat.
On the ride home...his car smelled like hash... it made me happy.