04.04.02
| 8:48 a.m.
Wrong of me
Man was I wrong. Boy do I feel sheepish. Slippy's friend came in to town tonight. We have been hanging out, talking, having a good time. I was wrong about him. All the things I thought about him so were not true. Not that I really thought bad things about him, because I don't judge a person until I get to know them. So I was wrong. And I'm glad he came down.
And I know this is not making any sense, because I am lost too.
I gotta go
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