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Monday, December 16th, 2002
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10:54 pm
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I'm off to meet Mr. Drake's son. I'm quite nervous, but looking forward to it very much. My hands are actually shaking (but that might just be the amphetamines).
Obviously, I don't like delving into my past. Much of it wasn't very pretty. But Mr. Drake was different. I actually got the feeling that he cared about me and wanted to see me become a success. Actually, I know he did. Maybe that's why I'm so nervous. Maybe I feel like I've let him down.
Deep breath. Everything will all be all right. Martin's a good bloke. It'll be good to talk to him.
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