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My Favorite Place.

We ran at my favorite park. A park that holds memories of the nights where I sneaked out of my window to kill time with friends and lovers. Cold winter nights where we ran among the sprinklers. Our lips left trembling while our shoes were covered in thick layers of mud. It was a school night, we had exams the next day, and were coming down with a cold, but it didn't matter since we had each other.

During our run my friend Amanda and I spoke about how her mother is worried about her sexuality. They seemed to be too close at last Friday's party at El Centro. Now her mother thinks she probably sucked off Danielle's pussy. Meanwhile she daydreams about her crush, a thin band geek named Joel.

~Yours Truly,