For some reason a quite vivid picture appears in my mind from 7th grade when I was standing at my locker, you at yours, and then hairy boy arrived and began rumaging (sp?) through his locker, while books and crumpled pieces of paper began to fall out of his locker on the floor. We both started running off down the hall laughing our asses off.
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and our trip to cape cod, sharing the headphones and falling asleep in the car.
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Hahaha. Ohhh hairy boy. What a character.
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