I went back to Tito Noel to cut my hair in layers.
Mommy and I bought dinner at El Pollo Loco. My Spanglish tells me the name means "The Crazy Chicken."
No one in the database was working at the mall except for Jessica, who was closing up that girly store she works at. I ordered a copy of The Working Actor's Guide to Los Angeles at Borders.
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