Tag Archives: Nostalgia

Sam.

I used to have a best friend named Sam. She lived on the other side of the forest, a few blocks down. We spent a lot of time in that forest, imagining trouble, and sometimes actually causing it. Sam was … Continue reading

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Sometimes, I Miss Her

She absolutely refused to wear jeans that did not cover her whole shoe with an intense, 1970s-style flare. It made her skin crawl to sit down in class, cross her legs, and have her ankle show. To her, someone catching … Continue reading

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