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brad rolling

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got up in front of
the sixth grade class
and read a story
about a beautiful
little girl
named katie.
at the end
he looked right at me
and said,
that was about you.
you.
katie.
and i loved him.
in the way that i wished i
could kiss him
and pin him to the
catholic schoolroom floor.
but he never
spoke french to me.