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#12 - OCTOBER 31, 2007

DEAR YIFAN, [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID1] I'm sitting in my room alone, staring at my closet. There aren't many things I own that would make me look "pretty". You've told me again and again that beauty is overrated. Any girl would swoon over words like that, but I know you better.

For the first time since we've known each other, I've decided to go to Jennifart's famous Halloween party. I've never gone because you and I would spend the night trick or treating in Henry's neighbourhood.

We would carve jack-o-lanterns that wouls sit on our porches for days. That is, until they would rot and get thrown away and forgotten about.

Before, thinking about old times would make me happy, but now I just get upset. I guess dwelling on the past isn't healthy. Maybe it's time I've changed from the old me. You're like a drug that has set me crashing down from the high.

Henry's here to pick me up so I'll end this letter here. But in all honesty, why would you care? Maybe the leaves aren't the only things that need to turn.

I guess I'll write to you later...or something...

From, you know who.

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