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Chapter 8: I don't like you, so don't even bother.
[ January 10, 2003 ++ 1:29 a.m. ]

You're on your own little boy,Stop trying to hold my hand, Because you're on your own. Please don't kiss me, Becuase you're on your own. You make me feel uncomfortable. It would never work out.Hush. I don't care about those words. Hush. Hush. Hush.

You told me you remembered me the other night. I lied, You were still on my mind. You told me about the white rabbits. Now I want to run around with the rabbits. Take me running with the rabbits, because the rabbits seem to be free, and I want to be free.

You're still holding her hand. Do you still want to hold her hand? What do you want? Fuck, just tell me please.

(The orchestra is still playing.)I want to scream, but i'm a silent screamer.(here come the violins) I need you to hear me, becuase I've got something to say to you now.(now the piano)

I want to go home.

French people are mean.

All the maple leaves are dead, and have disapeared, sorry.

We got to ride a black limousine today.

I"ll be back on the 15th....

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