nice evening...took my shea out, down to the river, he wouldnt go in, i had to drag him across the crick...crick...thru the trails...where i spent most of my formative childhood years...walking back there, alone, i thought a lot about what ive left behind forever...it was an amazing, cliche childhood...me, nick, randy, eric, allen, jake, cheryl...
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