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my cousin, andy, calls me friday night while i'm waiting at the drive-thru at in-and-out. "hey cuz! what are you doing tonight?" i replied, "nothing," since i had work early the next day and then i would be going home to calexico for the weekend. he suggests that we go out to a bar that night.
first off, he never calls me. secondly, even if my cousin does call me, he's definitely not a party-going, booze-drinking guy. something was obviously up.
when i persist and say i'm not going out, he replies, "i'm not asking you, i'm telling you. see you in an hour and a half." "wait, where?" "santa monica." "where in santa monica?" he's tired of my questions and just reassures me that he'll see me. i call my brother and other cousin and demand to know what's going on, but they're clueless. sure enough, andy, his gf, cindy, and sunny get to my apt. about an hour and a half later. cindy says she needs to use the restroom, so i open the door, apologize for the messiness, and turn on the lights. when i turn around to face her again, i see a person standing there in white.
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Updated: Tuesday, 23 August 2005 10:54 PM PDT
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