I'm doing good, depressed as hell, but good. I'm to go over to Steph's house on Friday, maybe they can get my mind off of things. We are supposed to go downtown, and if we do, I don't know what we'll do. Steph wants to talk, and I'm all for talking to her. I have known her since I was born, after all, she is only 8 months older then me, and I'
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