Family Vacation
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My name is Angeline, Angel for short. I'm 21 yrs old n been coming to our vacation home since I was 6. I had an older brother, Norman, but he was killed by a drunk driver when he was out for a morning run. It's been 10 yrs since that sad day n not a day goes by that I don't miss him. I've been watching this other youngster my age every time we go on vacation at the pond. Bright blond hair, tan, n the most beautiful blue eyes. I never got to know his name n we never played together, he was on his side of the pond and I on mine.. Neither one of us has introduced ourselves, until this, my 21st bday vacation...
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