You were the cool neighbor two apartments down – a late seventies teenaged girl with stick straight brown hair. I remember the day your dog Patches was run over by the mailtruck. You cried and cried and cried.
You were the cool neighbor two apartments down – a late seventies teenaged girl with stick straight brown hair. I remember the day your dog Patches was run over by the mailtruck. You cried and cried and cried.
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