High Mountains, Wide Rivers

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Something about a summer romance intensifies everything. Even outside of high school, it still has an impact, and Barbara and I were not immune to those summer nights. I began to frequent her apartment so much that when time came for my lease to be renewed, she offered me an olive branch to come stay with her while I looked for a place in the city.  “Maybe a little closer to me.” Independence day was right around the corner, and Barbara had invited her family over. By family I mean her two brothers. We cozied up on her rooftop while the grill sizzled with steaks. “Why not your parents?” I asked underneath the yellow moon.

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I Hope that I Don’t Fall In Love with You

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She really was something. I always thought that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy a woman who was so proud to be, but I guess the joke was on me. She simply screamed pride. Her posture was as upright as can be, not an inch of skin showing, except where absolutely necessary, yet more beautiful than a naked Playboy model.

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I See No Changes

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There I was, free as a bird, and single as a prisoner. First order of business: Sleep. So I slept, for almost a full day. I was out until 4 PM Tuesday. I’m convinced I would have slept longer had there not been a pounding at the door. “All right, all right.” I wrestled myself out of bed, beelining my way to the door. When I opened it, there stood Martha, with Thommy next to her. “A little early for a dance, isn’t it?”

“Can I come inside?” She was scared.

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And Another One Gone

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Although I had fallen forward, I awoke on my back, with a sharp stinging on my left cheek. I looked down and saw a Brunette head, pressing its ear on my chest. I moaned and covered my eyes from the high noon Sun bearing down on me.

“Jesus!” I heard her shout. I looked down and it was Tiffany, in the same clothes as last night, “I thought I was gonna have to lug you to the hospital. Are you okay?”  She felt my forehead like a worried mother or a caring sister. As her face got closer to mine, it seemed to be the Florence Nightingale effect. She glanced at my lips. I lifted my lead head and kissed her. She welcomed me at first, then pulled away suddenly.

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