Today was nice. Probably one of my favorites — but not good enough to be a highlight day. After having breakfast at Bob's father's bakery (and got stuffed), I was dropped off at Bob's house. I promptly got directions to Tina's house. I quickly took off for her house, and decided I would try a shortcut. I encountered a big friendly black dog. I walked a little farther and met a very small mean dog. After passing him I decided I wouldn't take the shortcut. I turned around and there was the mean dog with a black mean dog. Help! I got away, finally, and got to Tina's house. Best looking girl I ever saw!
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All punctuation and spelling has been retained precisely as I wrote it 32 years ago at age 13.
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4 comments:
Just how many girlfriends did you have that year?? I've lost count... ;)
The important thing to understand here is that 13-year-old's extremely LOOSE definition of "girlfriend." If a girl smiled at me and talked to me on, say, more than three occasions, I was likely to classify that girl as a girlfriend.
I see... being creative with the truth! *rolls eyes* Well, maybe it was an early sign of a budding writer...
Yes, and it will also make the memoir MUCH more marketable.
(Marcketable?)
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