When I was 15, Traci came along. My world was rather conventional. There was a lot of enlightened but old school guidance. Things were calm, informed, routine for me; my family was like that.
Traci tore back the even lined with carefully worded script on a clean piece of notebook paper that was my universe and shouted stream-of-consciousness monologue directly into my face and heart.
It was fun and exciting and then ended the only way something like that was going to.
It's been years and I would never tell my mate or anybody this,
but I loved my wild Traci more than I've ever loved anyone else.
but I loved my wild Traci more than I've ever loved anyone else.
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