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We laid there in the grass. All of us. Not a single one of us spoke. We passed the joint around, the sweet aroma of the pot blazing in the air. Then he spoke, "I'm in love with you." All seven of us looked at each other. Every individual was tainted by his confession. He spoke again, "I love you." And just like that the night had bled into morning, like paint on an artists pallet.
I don't shave my armpits sometimes... is that bad? I feel like a hippie... there's something about just having my body be in its natural state that makes me feel comforted. I like it. I like feeling natural, it makes me feel clean. Obviously, I shave when I go out in public and school, but when it's just me I just don't do it, and I love it! That's probably a strange thing to say... but oh well ;)
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