1999-10-29 - 11:18 p.m.
Friday, October 29, 1999
Beloved,
I saw Jorge in front of his house. I felt so minuscule. Of course, he probably thinks I continue to pass by his house just to see him, but my dad likes going through that street on my way to work. It wouldn’t it be too bad if he hadn’t seen me.
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