Friday, December 23, 2005
To My Christmas protoge, my holiday mentor, my colleague and blogit pal
Ginnieb Hey I remember you. You threw paper at me in fifth grade. I loved you so and dreamed of kissing you; and that summer I rode you on my brother's bike. You got off the basket and the mesh wire had made odd patterns on the backs of your legs. The girls called you"basket butt" and you blamed me... Sign in
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