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I remembered seeing her for the first time. So beautiful in her unique charm. Blue eyes and Dark hair that seemed to almost float along the wind. I could feel a warmth between my legs as soon as she looked my way. I had to taste her. I myself was not what you call beautiful. 5’5, long dirty blonde hair, more curves then I wanted.

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Now that I’m older—I’ll be twenty-five soon—I often wonder why I did some of the things I did in high school. Like going out for trick or treat when I was eighteen. I mean, why? Was it some attempt to regain my childhood? Actually, no. Because when I think back on it, I know exactly why I did it. I did it to drive Joe Bevins insane.

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