I am really uncomfortable telling stories that I've told before, even though
I'm pretty sure the audience hasn't heard them. Back in high school, in my
German class, I overheard one of the kids telling a story about how he said
"Schweinhund" in front of his girlfriend's German speaking dad. A couple 
of days later, back in German class again, I hear him tell the same story 
again, so I bust in with the ending. He's incredulous, "How did you know?", 
I told him that I was in his girlfriend's bedroom while this was happening.

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That's my round-about way of saying that telling old stories just weirds me 
out, and tonight I did it twice, once at CTI after I took my accounting exam,
and back home with Andy and Amy, telling stories about New College. Drats.

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