I hit my head really hard again today. It made me realize that I'm not who I thought I was. I'm really not Hannah Montana. No wonder those people kept calling the police every time I showed up at that beach house. Well, I guess I better get back to the Tipton Hotel. Mr. Moseby is going to be furious with me. I hope I still have my job as a bellhop. Esteban needs to put food on the table.
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