Remember when we drove over the speed limit on your cousin's motorcycle and the wind made out eyes sting? That is how I feel, and my cheeks are burning with both humiliation and pain.
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Bittersweet
Short Story"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Sixty-One
Remember when we drove over the speed limit on your cousin's motorcycle and the wind made out eyes sting? That is how I feel, and my cheeks are burning with both humiliation and pain.
