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monday, may 25, 1998, 03:52 sounds of fireworks off in the distance. another year done. tomorrow, the class of 1998 will walk their last official walk at this school, and it will be one more year for me. tomorrow night, i will be getting ready to travel back home for a week, and then it's back up here for a summer of hopefully work and play. time passes so quickly. seeing people today i haven't seen for a year. seeing people that i won't see ever again. people i will forget, people i will miss, people will always remember. i feel like i should be feeling more right now, after striking the last show of the season, but i don't feel anything in particular. just another show done. another show that i still have to do some finishing up for. another show that came and went. another show for another year. one more to go.
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