When I was a child I would visit my friend Dennis at his house in Colchester. I hated going there because he used to only live two streets away, but he moved almost an hour away when his mother bought a new house. He was my best friend and I was very upset.
Tonight I went with him and Eric to our old stomping grounds and we revisited...nothing. We went to a dive bar and played pool with this guy Jeff. He took us to some coldasac that supposedly is haunted. Nothing happened and right after that we went to a Wendy's and I screamed that I wanted Spaghetti at the teller at loud as I could. Never eat fast food. After that we went home. Tomorrow we are jamming at Dennis' house.
Read a book.
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