Dear Diary,
OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH.
I think that was him. Really. I think I saw him.
And I'm sure he saw me. Definitely. He saw me.
After heaven-knows-how-long, I think I saw my senior BRAT. Gosh, but all odds are against that very possibility! Okay, perhaps not. Perhaps I'm just finding it inconceivable, still swirling in my denial.
Who knows, though?
It might really have been him.
Oh well. It's the bread story that is going to keep me pondering for the mo.
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