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Sunday

5

June

2005

Not Really, Right?
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If you could plan anything… I swear you would have never been able to come up with what happened yesterday. Please refer to the “drawing” a bit down when you read the next paragraph.

My brother came and picked me up from work yesterday. The heat made me so sick, and my face was past inflamed from the sweat, I looked disgusting. So we were driving through a tunnel, and managed to still pass the traffic light, but because there was a jam, we were stuck in the middle of the zebra crossing, right after the tunnel. I looked right, and saw my ex biology teacher drive up on her bike. She came to a standstill RIGHT BESIDE our car. I DIED. And that it was infront of the hospital, is just another episode of the series of unfortunate events.

Beware Road Crossing


How often have I wanted to meet her. And when do I see her? At the most inappropriate point in time, as always. I did what everyone else in my situation would have done. I hid, oh well. 😐

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3 Responses to “Not Really, Right?”


  1. Reply to this comment
    Nicki
    8:20 am on June 6th, 2005

    Awww, I know what you mean. I would have hid too! Once I saw an old teacher in a shop and she didn’t even recognise me when I said hi. Did you get my email with the attachment?


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    Connie AUSTRIA
    9:42 pm on June 6th, 2005

    Why did I want to reply to you in German Nicki? First signs of madness! I will email you soon, promise! HUGS


  3. Reply to this comment
    Nicki
    8:17 am on June 7th, 2005

    Hahaha!! Well, my German is appalling, I can manage a few words. don’t worry, I just wondered whether it had been gobbled up by your Spam!

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