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i remember that one time we were getting our hair done and the nice guy at the salon gave us both free pedicures, just because he liked our shoes and wanted the insides to be as pretty as the outsides.
Remember that time when we were living together in college and you borrowed my yellow cardigan without asking? You wore it to that party and the next day I saw Jason wearing it in economics class and he wasn't even the guy you'd spent the night with!
I remember all the times we used to smoke cigarettes in the big brown workshed behind the Menonite Church down the street. Once we pulled the bottom of that shed door back and squeezed inside, it was like our own little valhalla. It'd be freezing outside, bitter cold, but we were always warm and cozy snuggled in on those old tractors, eating the Whatchamacallit bars we swiped from Mrs. Bradley's "Reward Drawer" and smoking Marlboro 100's - "The biggun's". (Ha! remember?)
I think the coolest thing was being able to smell the cut grass that lingered on the tractors all winter long. It was the closest either one of us came to travelling somewhere warm.
You know, if I close my eyes I can almost smell it.
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Remember that time we strapped TNT to our bodies and went all "suicide bomber" on Theatresports?
HAHAH! The look on the faces of those corpses was priceless.
Good times, good times.
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Ellen was nicer to you than she was to me. I probably shouldn't have shot up all that heroin.
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I think the coolest thing was being able to smell the cut grass that lingered on the tractors all winter long. It was the closest either one of us came to travelling somewhere warm.
You know, if I close my eyes I can almost smell it.
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