with a gal I met through a friend I made at a hang out after school. her and I were hanging out in the alley behind the store. she kept tickling me, so I held her hand to get her to stop. stared at the clouds for a while. then she rushed me  I was stepping on gum. couldn't get it off for a few days. that alley later became our make-out spot for the spring. odd gal, but in a fun way.
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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