Memory 17
Fourth of July celebrations and Rosh was hiding out with me again. His wife hated him and he hated her. We just coexistence without a care. Rosh had been my strength from the moment I met him. He understood that the American Dream was more often than not, just a dream.
He liked you though for weird reasons beyond me. He smiled at my bitten lip and the finger marks that traced your face.
"Stupid" he called us.
I disagreed. He dragged me over to your house on the fourth. We stood awkwardly and quietly not knowing where to start.
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