Tuesday, October 14, 2008
want
I want to leave: go outside, throw down my skateboard, and skate. Not alone. My friends are far; I can't go far. We can't all meet; we're all separated. If only there was a way. There is a way, by car. We can all get picked up and go skate. Unfortunately, there is no car. I'm stuck home.
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