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societaloutkastThe twenty four hour flight from Buenes Ares took everything out of me so I just crashed when I landed in Los Angeles. I had tried to sleep on the plane, but my nerves kept me awake instead. I want to see Kennedy, I do, but I don't want to put too many expectations on it. Even though, I know I already have.
I glance down at my feet encased in tennis shoes, as I stand outside Kennedy's apartment. We had agreed to meet there, just to talk and hang. My teeth nervously scraped across my lower lip, waiting for Kennedy to answer the door. I have no idea what I'd say, I'd rehearsed it over and over in my head during the whole plane ride. Everything that I came up with sounded stupid. Hopefully I don't make an idiot of myself, well more of an idiot.
I glance down at my feet encased in tennis shoes, as I stand outside Kennedy's apartment. We had agreed to meet there, just to talk and hang. My teeth nervously scraped across my lower lip, waiting for Kennedy to answer the door. I have no idea what I'd say, I'd rehearsed it over and over in my head during the whole plane ride. Everything that I came up with sounded stupid. Hopefully I don't make an idiot of myself, well more of an idiot.
