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i completely know what you mean chels. remember when we were on the bus and i told you that everytime i hear "praise you" by fatboy slim i think of playing ping pong with my dad? yeah. also i get this strange sadness when i go to places where i grew up (but haven't revisited in years) like my grandma's house or maple grove (elementary). everything just seems so old and small, it's weird.

so then, did you go for a run in the end lily? caus when you called me you sounded pretty huffed up. sigh, if only you can play tennis and well (instead of swinging the racket and having the ball go horrizontally...i didn't think that was physically possible until i saw you play..)

for those of you still wondering, i finally returned my game to Electronics Bastards games (sorry that was pretty bad..i couldn't think of a better one. aaron, you're good at this, why don't you give it a try?)

ann