While the crowd thought about whether or not the thunderstorm would arrive sooner rather than later, and whether to fireworks would be canceled. I tuned out the calls for help. It all became a silent hum. It was almost that time of night. My eyes went to Mary. I looked at her tight, ripped cutoffs, and wondered the way that she would taste and smell if we could somehow get alone.
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Published on Sep 13, 2012