Tag: part 2
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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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