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Sunday, October 14, 2001
 
"I don't think you'll ever meet my mother... Oh wait, she might come up for graduation. Don't meet my mother." "Maybe I'll come to your graduation and pretend I don't know you."

So I talked to my mother today and told her that I wouldn't be coming home for Thanksgiving until Wednesday. She didn't seem to object, but later commented that I seem so distance. I have nothing to say anymore to her. She keeps asking awkward questions. I don't know what to say anymore.

I love living here. Susan came back to visit today, and talking to Morde'an is nice. There's so much joy in all these simple things. Or maybe it's just that I'm happy because I seem to have people's good opinions lately. I don't know, and I'm not questioning.


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