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April 20, 2004
Been thinking about Fred a lot lately. He was the closest to the real thing I ever got. But he was from town money and I was the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. He had a high school sweetheart. He would drop her off at home after a date, then track me down at the local watering hole. We would run off and talk and make out for hours to Barry White tunes. He would even complain to me about her, and I would console him. Finally, I had to choose...and he lost the coin toss.