Saturday, July 24, 2004
The story continues
… Kansas City. She knew that she needed to see her family. No matter what, they loved and her thought she was a wicked cool person. The flight was rough though. All sorts of wicked turbulence. She spilled her chai all over her pretty pink dress. She was very sad. Her chai was all gone. But soon she was in Kansas City. She was worried though. She was worried that....
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