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Saturday, June 14, 2008

I found a letter with no name in the mail. I knew it was meant for me despite there wasn't any name on it. No use for a name- also. Heh. Okay mrepek. The letter was from sweets. It was a surprise from him. He had sent it right before he went for camp. In that envelope, there's two letters and my list. My list, consists of the things we planned to do before he leaves. We didn't complete it though. Those things he wrote made me smile yet all teary.


So, you see..this world doesn't matter to me.