Tennis is over. I got a new notebook tonight and left it in dad's car. Fuck. I was gonna write in it tonight, but instead i'm stuck doing this. Ping pong table's up and my mom is gone for the weekend. It's nice, but my bro is still here. I'm not feeling poetic right now, so i'll put a quote out of jason mraz's journal, where he talks about the way
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