10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
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10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Color | Red |
Characteristic | Cream |
Arriving to warm hugs from all the relatives you haven’t seen in awhile at the family get together.
The grass conforms to your bodies like memory foam. Hand in hand you lie together staring at the moon sharing your hopes and dreams.
Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
It’s polite to ask but we all know, as my friend, you have no choice. Participation is mandatory.
What your oversized shades don’t cover, your wide brim fedora makes up for. You don’t let the chaos around you break your stride. In the midst of all the young fans and paparazzi, taupe bag in hand, you own the sidewalk like a runway.
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