Dan 23 x 365

The first thing I noticed about Dan was his missing hand. Then it didn’t matter and we became friends. We worked on the yearbook staff together, went out a few times, and even kissed once. But we stayed just friends. He thought it was his missing hand. Maybe it was.

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Indigo Bunting said…
I freakin' love your posts.
10/9/06, 8:39 AM
Bridgett said…
ditto that...
10/12/06, 11:59 AM
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