Wednesday, December 20, 2006

i miss the day that we stood by the pool and watched the confident boy with fat arms flail around in the water like a windmill. i pulled her close, grinning heavily, (this ties into the fat arms) kissed her forehead (gleaming) and looked straight into his eyes. then, with no hesitation, i ripped off my new guess jeans and stuffed them right over his face

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