3.12.2010
Steenth
Sixteen candles, eff that, we said, and sent Martha's brother Jake off with all the bills we could pool. It was Tuesday night so the school stadium was so desolate it was like a slasher flick. We huddled, sang happy birthday Shelly, and sixteen wild firecrackers blazed like thunder into the empty April sky.
Writer:
Ben
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