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A girl's name I can't even remember
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By:
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fester909
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Mood:
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other
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Date:
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01/04/2008 11:23:01
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Music:
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None
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Back in the day, i lived on the streets. I was a runaway, with no job, little money, and punk rock friends. i remember one night i took out my mom's friend's neice out. We went to the local spot, and my friends were all trying to hit on her. I was getting upset. But no big deal.
I got her drunk, and we ended up at a squat we had next to the university. Me and the girl were having sex and the cops showed up. They took us to juvinile hall, where i sat until i went back to a group home. The girl wanted me to marry her. That was not on my mind though. But she was cool. She ended up getting sent up north where her mother lived. And we never seen each other again. I think of her sometimes, wondering what happened to her. I heard she married a black man? But that is just a rumor. I guess i should of treated my little girlfriends alittle better. But i was too into using girls at that age. I now know how woman are to be treated.
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