Everyone I knew in high school drooled over her. She was new, but she smelled of experience.
It was stupid. None of us could get with her, be with her. Rabbits in love with a tigress. All wrong.
It was always raining when I saw her. Always dark.
Sometimes I miss her.
18.08.2005
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