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.0004.At Heartland, in all its cucumber-melon scented glory, from my first vacation to the would-be convent, I can only remember a few characters..0004.
Jeremiah, who was my gay friend from the sex offenders unit. Cam, the suicidal psychic. Eric, the autistic OCD with some anger problems. James, the artistic oaf of a runaway. Alicia, paedophile to the masses. Jackie and Hilary, whom I joined as the resident cutters. April, behavioural white trash. Samantha, the petty larcenist and armed assaulter. Sister Mary.
I remember names: S
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.0003.b.Songs that are the staple at every school dance set the beat for what would soon become revenge. I almost wish I had a hand in it, but rationally speaking I would have been better off had it never happened..0003.b.
I watched BPD, as she grinded, smiled and giggled seductively whilst I was feeling sorry for myself. She twisted her hips, moved her lips slowly when she spoke, breathing heavily on the neck of an unresisting dancer. Given the friction between her and Chris, you would think a fire would have been the first signs of danger. Even when her lips locked with his, and then with another guy by the sa
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.0003.a.“I dunno,” he said, “I think I was going to stay at Paul’s and I just don’t know if I’ll be able too.”.0003.a.
That was Josh, the night of homecoming. It could have been that he really did just want to hang out with the guys, or that he really did just want what Paul had to offer, or maybe he just wanted a break from my clingy nature. What it meant to me was simply ‘no, there are things more important than you’.
Katelynn Watkins, Shannon Parrett, Gabriel Gonzales and I all had a colour guard that evening for the homecoming football game. There was a dance of course, arranged with ‘love’ by t
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.0002.Since the beginning of my serious dating career, I have had what girly magazines refer to as a ‘type’. Tall and skinny, pale with freckles, dark hair, and names that begin with a ‘J’. Of course, there’s been other letters in my alphabet, but ‘J’ is the one that starts the names of the most influential males in my life. ‘J’ is for jackass, or jentlemen. ‘J’ is for Josh, Jimmy, Justin... Jay. Whichever way that you look at it: influential..0002.
The first time I said ‘I love you’ it was to such a male. Joshua Lee McCleary, as fun to say out loud as it is to doodle hearts a
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