Could we, take a walk. Could we, have a talk alone. In the afternoon. . Could we, have a seat. Why, yes, be my guest. You can hold my hand. . What a dream, in the grass.
Joey D loves Lucy A. That's what the note said. 5th grade. He's in her row two seats behind. Ten years old, the torture never ends. One day at recess she pulls him aside.
Let me tell you about Colleen. My best friend since I was three. She always had a taste for dangerous things. Her scandalous tongue was extreme. . I was always the one left holding the bag.