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I dream of cracking locks. Throwin my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks. Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox.
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LENNON AND TASHI had been best friends since diapers. Lennon's dad was tennis legend Steven Caddel and Tashi's dad, a tennis aficionado, had been best friends for the better part of the 15 years before Lennon and Tashi's respective births. Being born into these families bestowed a career path onto their daughters from the minute they were born. They were going to be the greatest tennis players the world had ever seen. And they were. At eighteen years old, Tashi and Lennon had been taking the junior tennis world by storm. With full rides to Stanford in their pockets and coaching offers from legends, they had the whole world in the palm of their hand. And in the stands of the doubles match that Lennon and Tashi had just won sat two other young tennis players. One fellow upcoming Stanford student and his best friend. They were in awe of the way the girls gracefully controlled the court. It was almost erotic, they way they were staring. And when the match point was scored in favor of their new found crushes, Art and Patrick were the first on their feet to applaud.
"So we're going to that party tonight, right?" Art leaned over and asked.
Patrick just smirked, not looking at him. "We have an invite to Tashi Duncan and Lennon Caddel's party and you're asking me if we're going? Of course we're fucking going."
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