The Girl of my Dreams

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The Girl of my Dreams

A normal boy. A normal school. A normal life. These are the same exact words I tell myself as a fourteen year old “man” in the eighth grade. I walk the same beaten dirt path to school every day. I listen to the same songs in my broke down, walkman like ipod every day. And I stare at the girl of my dreams for the ten seconds I see her in the hallway every day.
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