I remember scampering up to your grandma's front porch and being fascinated by your massive doll house. And something about a glass door...
Not to mention dirty Mexicans in my pool and long walks around my neighborhood and smoking cigarettes in the woods with Wade, so clumsy, I spilled sizzling ash on his feet. And I'm sure you remember exchanging books and leafing through, wearing black the day dear old Kurt died, passing notes in Mrs Leathers's class, sitting on your back porch on a lazy day feeling glued to my seat, smoke swirling, Matthew's eyes bloodshot and hungry.
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Not to mention dirty Mexicans in my pool and long walks around my neighborhood and smoking cigarettes in the woods with Wade, so clumsy, I spilled sizzling ash on his feet. And I'm sure you remember exchanging books and leafing through, wearing black the day dear old Kurt died, passing notes in Mrs Leathers's class, sitting on your back porch on a lazy day feeling glued to my seat, smoke swirling, Matthew's eyes bloodshot and hungry.
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