That time we were reading my uncle's obsessed ho's letters to him...and I dove on the ground to cover the evidence as my mother was coming down the stairs.
Or the time we sat on the phone without talking...for like an hour.
Or that time at Gator Bay... What about that time on the 4th?
Random fields in Illinois.
Playing with Massa and Kyle in the Admin.
When you and Beasley were Kustick battling...or that time somebody threw a bottle in the woods and ya'll took off running and hitting each other.
Our secret summertime missions that we aren't aloud to discuss because you never know who reads these things...
Beth. That brought a tear to my eye and smile to my lips. . .ugh, all those camp memories; however, I was never rollin' around in any random IL fields with you. I think you have me confused with another emo kid.
I didn't say "rolling around" in the fields. Just the fields...and all the times we shared in those fields...hunting cows, dodging shit, jumping hay bales..etc.
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Or the time we sat on the phone without talking...for like an hour.
Or that time at Gator Bay...
What about that time on the 4th?
Random fields in Illinois.
Playing with Massa and Kyle in the Admin.
When you and Beasley were Kustick battling...or that time somebody threw a bottle in the woods and ya'll took off running and hitting each other.
Our secret summertime missions that we aren't aloud to discuss because you never know who reads these things...
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You are one of the only people that's ever heard me cry, and one of the many that has made me cry
Hippo scares
SiB
Many Many Neck Kisses
And too many other's to recount.
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