Dave 99 x 365

Dave, blond and popular even in 3rd grade, once stretched his arm across the back of the bus seat we shared. I imagined his arm was around me. In 6th grade, I glanced at him. He spat, “Take a picture, whydoncha? It lasts longer.” I decided he wasn’t my type.

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Indigo Bunting said…
Can I comment yet? This is a test. (And this one was LOL...)
12/22/06, 7:39 AM
Cedar Waxwing said…
woo hoo! She can comment now. Yay.
12/22/06, 7:44 AM
Bridgett said…
I think we can all comment now--there seems to be trouble in various spots!

And as for Dave...just who would be his type, anyhow!
12/22/06, 2:12 PM
Otter said…
I think Dave's only type would have to be his mirror.

Merry Christmas Dona!

Lisa
12/24/06, 10:50 AM
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