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Almost time to go home. Part XIII. It feels really weird writing since the pinkie on this
hand has swelled to half of its original size. It got jammed by a tennis ball. Tomorrow I get to meet people I talked to on the
phone. It?ll be really weird. I hate friend problems! I can never do anything about them except sit and listen and observe how
they are solved. It?s crazy! Why do friends have to make other friends miserable? It?s like being on a team and forced to sit on
the bench, dying to play, knowing you can make a difference. But then you never play. Ho hum. My finger feels all tingly-pretty
cool. Sometimes I wish that I remained blissfully ignorant. In the end I?m glad I don?t. Some things you need to know. Later on
is when I?ll appreciate not being ignorant. I?m writing this page against the will of my thumb. I can?t believe I?m writing this. It?s
3:15 am here-much earlier than last night. I wonder how my essay/journal is going to end up in the end. End Part XIII.
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