"Grandma," she asked me one day, hazel eyes like the moss in Omaha searching the crinkles by my pursed lips. "How did you meet Grandpa?" Grazia, named for my mother, had turned fifteen Tuesday before last, and my sunshine had returned home year before last. I suppose she was ready for our story. I shifted my gaze towards the sunbeams glistening off the water in the distance, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"1963 was the summer of civil rights and rock & roll."
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Ok so hi! this will get better & longer as we go but yeah. i hope you guys like this. -Laura :)
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The Girl in Seat 23 {l.r.h.}
Fanfiction1963 was the summer of civil rights and rock & roll.
