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They drove around in the litte blue station wagon that hot, dry summer of 1988 debating life, eating ice cream and smoking doobies. A flat, black shoe was kept under the passenger seat to hit the dashboard when the radio acted up.
How am I to function with things pulling me every which way? A girl at work asked me to join a writers group but it starts tonight. I couldn't commit, as much as I wanted to. I have to move beyond simply functioning and do some things that I love to do.
The hula hoop spun round and round, I watched in fascination as the plastic colors spun into one. Marla threw back her long brown hair and laughed, pride shone from eyes at the skill she possessed.
I want to buy her a beautiful collar, one to show how much I love her. do I get the pink camo one? Or the leather one with the pink stitching. I think she likes it when she has a special collar on; like at Christmas when she wears the red velvet one with faux fur trim or at Halloween when she wears the purple one with orange pumpkins.
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