I'm listening to Michael Jackson right now and this song brings up memories of staying at your home in Hayward late when we were studying and you telling me not to leave yet because you heard shots being fired, then being placed in the back of the police car in DeVry, and then your interaction with the peeping tom and police in Newark.
Who would've known that all that would become happy memories later on? =D This is of course possible because you always took care of me. Thank you Lisa,
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