“Yes!â€? I said when I was walking.
“He finally met me, O.M.G. he doesn’t know my name!â€?
I slapped myself in the head like in those V8 commercials.
“Nice one, idiot.
Maybe I’ll go to my house next time and forget something else like…
see I already forgot what I was going to say.�
I whispered to myself.
Now, lets go home and eat some beagles.

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