November 1, 1997 – Saturday – 1:12 p.m.

The show was great last night.  We went to the Brian White & Justice concert afterwards. I rode with Tracey, Ann-Marie, and Abigail, we jumped around and danced the whole night.

Abigail leaned her head on my shoulder on the drive back.  I leaned my head against her hair and breathed in her smell.

But all of this has happened before.  I know I am just her friend.  So I simply thank God for her and will not make any mistakes.

It is now November of 1997.

What will this month bring?

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