I walked into the green room and he was gone. His bedroom made me think about Uncle Matt. I cried. I wanted to go and see him. I wanted to say goodbye. I wanted to be on the plane with him and I wanted to play with him. And also, I wanted to fly on the plane to Florida with him, I mean Taiwan. I want to be a pilot and fly on the plane.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
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