Midnight Picnic at the St. John's Oval

[chezshay]

Mez brought down her 150 thread count sheet and laid it on the crunchy lawn (grass here is not soft and forgiving like home). The four us each took a corner of the maroon sheet and sat facing each other. We'd already eaten the homemade cookies that Shavon had pilfered from a hallmate, but there was still a third of a bottle of Smirnoff and liter of

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Yo man...

[eggmen]

all I can say is you need to write more...

I mean I like... no I feel every word you're writing... your descriptions are enough for me to envision your environment, a little.

-A