Don:August 8,2055

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Dear Momma

I was eating breakfast pancakes, pineapples, orange juice, apples, and grapes.
Then she walked up to me.
The Hispanic girl who walked up to me on the day the camp got hit.
Momma she was very pretty so I'm automatically shocked she's giving me attention. She walked up to me with her hips swaying, leaned in, and whispered the first words she ever said to me.
"You're sitting on a giant puddle of water."
It was at at that moment I could feel the cold liquid and I leaped up.
She burst out in laughter as did the majority of the lunchroom.
Crap first impressions are key and I've made an bad one.

Don

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