Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Weirding Myself Out

I just wrote 1,150 words about a high school classmate with whom I've never spoken in my entire life. I wrote about his tall, skinny build, his luxurious voice, his spiked blond hair, his unconventional good looks, and the dreaminess of his hazel eyes whenever he leaned back against the wall. I wrote about everything he symbolized to me that I could not even begin to understand until eight years after graduation.

Am I the only person who had one of those, or did you have one, too?

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