I DON'T REALLY WISH TO WRITE
I don't really wish to write about this
because it's not my way. Everyone meets
someone somewhere. A girlfriend? It was
so long ago. I used to walk through all
weathers to the library each night. Maybe
2 miles at most, but I don't even know that.
She and her girlfriends followed me there.
I guess we began talking, but I really don't
remember. They were all a pretty-nice bunch,
of 4. Without much to say, I just started to make
stuff up - being from somewhere else, stories
about my life. All of it, at 16? What a walking
funhouse-mirror jerk was I.
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