Tiffany and I were at a school of some sort, and we were in the courtyard. I couldn’t really tell if it was daytime or nighttime. The sky was dark, but the sun was out. We were with a boy in a yellow shirt, khakis and sandals. He was our “gay friend.” But I told Tiffany I thought he was adorable, but I didn’t like him that much. She was appalled because he was so sweet. I agreed that he was really nice, though.
I also remember something about Tiffany asking me if I could bring Dane along to Evan’s gig so she could go, too.
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