04/07/17
I don't know. It's Friday night. And, per usual, I'm doing nothing. I stopped by my local dinner and picked up a meal. Nothing weird. Just a bagel and coffee. Some girl from school works there. She's always there. I've seen her before. On multiple occasions. Oh. She's also in my English class too. So she's probably doing this same assignment. If you're asking if we talked, we really didn't. It was like "here's my order," "that'll be ten dollars," "here you go," "thanks." That's it. That's all we said. I don't even know why I'm talking about this. It's pretty much irrelevant. It's like one conversation that meant nothing. It meant nothing. Matt Out.
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