You lived across the street from me when I lived at the blue house on Randolf street. You had a lot of cats and we spent a lot of time together after and before school. You were very independent and I always liked that about you. Then one day long after I’d moved away and we’d grown into our seperate skins- I saw you in the newspaper as the first girl to play football on your school’s team. I laughed and clipped the picture out, smiled to myself and said, “I knew her.”
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