prologue

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I remember the time he took me by the hand saying, "Now's our chance." And how I kissed his lips through the black bandana that masked them. And then I pulled my own bandana over my face.

I remember how after that we drove home as fast as we could. Trying desperately to stop the bleeding. Trying to keep his heart beating.

I remember cleaning him up and holding him. Him telling me he loved me. And I remember whispering to him something along the lines of, "Babe you look so cool."

I remember how free I felt. And how alive I felt. I remember how good it felt to be bad. How good it felt to be so in love. Especially with him.

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