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4/29:
This Saturday is a big day. It is a big day for two reasons, one being the minor event of my last day in school. The other thing is the event of the month. I am playing Anne Pace in tennis at Spruce Field at 8:00. This is the same Anne Pace that has been occupying the Poetry Corner for some time. This is the same Anne Pace that stole Les's job at Chatmoss. This is the same Anne Pace that parades around in a skirt when she needs baggy pants. It is time that someone finally puts her in her place. I can think of no better person to do that than myself.
I will be taking the court this Saturday for all that is good. I will play for the five hungry mouths that belong to Les's kids that now have nothing to eat. I will take the court for the younger of Les's twins that needs a kidney operation but can't go to the doctor because he has no money. I will take a stand against the evil that is Anne, the parasite that plagues us all, the devil herself. It will be a crusade of epic proportions. Just think, the battle of good (ME) and evil (Anne) is coming this Saturday. I will thouroughly enjoy my victory since it will cleanse the earth of evil.

4-4-02
Last Thursday night I was just sitting here minding my own business, probably being a good boy and doing some work, when this girl started talking to me. I had talked to her before and was having a friendly conversation when all of a sudden the girl left. Another girl got on in her place and started talking to me. I knew who she was so I was also very friendly to her. We were conversing when another girl got on and talked to me. She told me her name and I told her I didnt know who she was. She replied with a "I'm your next girlfriend." I thought that was a very classy and witty statement, but who was she? I immediately talked to my contacts to find out who she was. My contact knew who she was and said she was incredibly hot, as hot as ten suns, as fit as ten bears, even a first round knockout. After he said that I started to remember how people had said things about this girl. They all said she was the best looking girl around. After that I began to think, I am awesome, it must be my charm and good looks, I am the coolest guy ever. Then I realized that this girl had never seen me, never talked to me, she didnt even know who I was. Things like that dont happen to me, swollen testicles happen to me. She was only teasing my emotions. She left quickly and put the old girl back on. The old girl told me that she had been drinking, but somehow I already knew.

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