Tag: Meredith's Story
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Meredith’s Story, Pt. 3
There’s the time before the show in San Francisco, where we both wanted tacos and got caught up in that secondhand shop across town. Funk Police went on at 6. Spin Cycle at 7:30. Plenty of time for us to explore the city hand in hand, feeling the electricity of a new connection. It’s June.…
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Meredith’s Story, Pt. 2
Of course. Yes, she was beautiful, with a voice like a rusty harp. I don’t blame you. Who would? I was with her, too. We all were. But no, that first night we listened to music. We ate popcorn and sat on that dingy lime green couch soaked with beer, you on one end, me…
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Meredith’s Story, Pt. 1
Hi, Fender. Your Dad, right? This story makes me smile. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. We were somewhere around Barstow…
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