Tomorrow's the Piston's game. I asked my mom what time Easter was because I had a date. Times didn't work out. Told her it was Steve. She got mad. I told Steve, and we ended on a weird note. I wrote him a message on MySpace:
Ok, so I know I could have probably told you this on the phone or whatever, but I'm going to be more able to explain things
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Best regards,
Sara
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