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Date Posted: 23:33:23 06/18/04 Fri
Author: Ryan
Subject: Sitting on the tailgate of his old truck - the same one he had been given the day he turned 16 by his uncle - in the parking lot up the beach, he swung his legs slowly, hands resting on the Corona bottle resting between his legs. He had been there for the better part of the evening, had watched from a distance as she arrived and settled into the sand, and kept on out of curiousity just to be sure it was her...
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  • Her to thin shoulders were shaking with her tears, her body shivering in the cooling night. There were to many memories here..it was one of the reasons she had run away. (NT) -- Stacie, 23:36:32 06/18/04 Fri


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