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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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two bad
by - j e
In the 7th grade I was in love with Rodney Walsh. He wore black parachute pants and white high-top Reeboks. He asked me if I would go with him a week before Valentine's Day and of course I checked the "yes" box.
For Valentine's Day he gave me a heart-shaped box of chocolate, a stuffed bear with a red satin "I Wuv U" heart, a red rose, and a very grown up gold-embossed card. In the card he'd written a poem - one of the lines was "if you love me, I won't flee." Only he spelled it "flea."
One week later was my 13th birthday. I had my first every boy-girl party, and Rodney gave me my first ever kiss... on the cheek, while we were dancing to Chicago's "You're the Inspiration" in my parents' basement.
One week after that he passed me a note in Mr. Thompson's pre-algebra class breaking up with me.
I wrote him back, "But you said in your poem if I love you you won't flee."
And he wrote back to me, "Too bad." Only he spelled it two.
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