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The Pretty Girl with a Boy's First Name

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Blond, curley hair
waved freely in the
wind.
"How about a
light?"
she asked,
"Were you at a
St. Paricks day
parade
four years
ago?"
I was thinking,
as I was lighting
her
smoke,
fuck,
I can't even
remeber yesterday.
But her
legs
were long,
and
robust.
"Yea, I remeber
seeing you
there,"
I replied
in a hurry.
"I asked my
friend,
who is that
cute boy?"
she said.
Then walked
away.
Seductively
slow.
I put the
lighter
away.
The flame
was
out.