I was walking by Rockefeller Center today, looking at the Christmas tree and all of the decorations, when I felt something slap against my shoulder. I ignored it and walked on. It slapped me again. This time I looked, and saw that a girl had just slapped me with her scarf. She looked at me expectantly, as if she thought I knew her. I just smiled and then lost myself in the crowd. Strange things happen in New York.
-Philip
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
You Never Know What Will Happen in New York
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Not that this is relevant, but would you poke Rebecca? She forgot to give me my essay back, and it's not a huge deal, but she does deserve to be poked. :)
Sure. It would be a pleasure.
Well, when I was in New York I wanted to say something to my father and so I began to ask him a question before realizing that he wasn't my father. He started to ask me a question as well, and at the same time we said, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."
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