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dear jenna,
remember that time we decided to make up a dance in your basement? i'm pretty sure it included some sort of fuetes and a lot of synchronized-swimming-hand-gestures.
yeah, that was awesome.
and remember that time my mom stormed into your house because i was late for work? yeah...there were boys and beer everywhere, yet she screamed about me being 15 minutes late.
and finally, fallen angels. mandie's creek, ashley's little brother, congs and water guns. mrs. gauen calling me to see if i was going to get to class on time and turn in the script. a-mazing.
love,
hsiaolei

ps. sorry for knocking out your cable that time. um...i wasnt the best at a stick yet?