On the passenger seat of her beat up white 1968 Volkswagen bug was a blanket that she put over her lap while driving. It was mid-winter, and we both knew that the heater in her bug never quite worked right. Well, actually, it did what it was supposed to do, but it just took a …
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Johnny and I fought for attention in all the high school classes that we had together. I specifically remember my English class though, where every chance we got, we would have the classroom bursting in laughter. It was our stage and the hallway (where we would end up sometimes for disturbing the class) was our …
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