Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Quick Story

Threre was a girl named Deenah and when I was about 15 years old, she was the gawky, awkward, 5-years-younger girl who lived across the street from my best friend. We would take breaks from rebuilding his mustang motor to lob an occasional (mostly good-natured) insult across the way about the silly games she and her friends were playing.

Flash forward 10 years. I go to the local drugstore, and there behind the counter is the most stunning young woman I've ever seen - Deenah.

The most heartbreaking thing was, she remembered me...and was really sweet and nice! I felt the size of a sub-atomic particle that day, and fully deserved it.

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