Unforgettable
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Last published Sun, Oct 26, 2014
It all started in the eighth grade....
"Tag! You're it!", i said while every little kid was running around me. I love playing with little children, it makes me happy. I ran through the garage full of people trying to keep out of sight from the little tiny ones.
As i politely said excuse me to the adults, in the corner of my eye i see a boy that had dark curly hair, he was on his phone listening to music. I had noticed that he was one of those people, just like me, that always jiggled their leg. But he looked familiar....
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