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The Beginning

by jessicazee

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Mar 2007 · 2 comments

The rain and the hail the wet and the snow, I think you always rode your bike in it. Your red bike it got stolen from the stopsign pole that morning, my shag rug hole on Irving, our first place, you called in shoeless: my one shoe is gone and last night I fell in love

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[7] Dovina 2-Mar-07/8:55 PM Reply
It's sketchy, as if meant for some special person. I'd have to ask you to fill in the gaps before I could say much more.
[8] Bethy 3-Mar-07/3:52 AM Reply
I don't know why but I get it...I've been wearing a single shoe for 7 years...lol :) Bethy