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"An Escape: March 13th, 2007."
March 13th, 2007.
Dearest Violet,
Do you remember the time when we went to the city for a day? It was so much fun. Your parents had bought concert tickets for some old-person band that I still can't remember the name of. Parking was too expensive so we drove them down and were going to pick them up after. We figured it would be useless for us to drive home and then come all the way back, so we decided to stay in the city as a way to killwaste time. As our first stop, we bought tickets to a baseball game. You knew I hated baseball but you insisted that I would enjoy it. I hate to admit it, but you were right. You were always right.
We walked around the city after the game. From the busy streets to the quaint shops, you loved every second. We spent the rest of our night at a festival we found at a little park located near a lake. Everything was a bright shade of green and blue and flowers were blooming everywhere. It was a jazz festival, and though we both didn't exactly prefer jazz music, we had fun. We watched the boats sail across the murky water all night.
You wore the brightest smile the entire time. I miss that smile, Violet.
