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High School Days

We are not perfect by no means at all, some are too skinny, some are too tall, I was always the tallest in my class, until High school, then I found my match. 5' 7'' kinda tall for a girl, then I decided, I wanted to twirl, The football players always kidded with me, but I knew they were flirting, they really liked me. My hair was long, and blonde as can be, they told me not past the shoulders, little Crissy. I had to pile it up, but it never stayed, stringy haired twirler, out on the stage. Now , I think back to those football games, remembering those memories, of my High School Days.

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