07.06.06 - 8:25 p.m.

i told you i was glad for your helmet; i told you that you keep me honest. i liked your shirt and i stared at your eyes in the afternoon sun wondering if i had a genuine crush on you or just admired your pluck. when we first met you informed me that i was a stacey; sparkly shoes gave me away. you were a kristy, you admitted, as i'd guessed. we sat on the tile floor of the YWCA and sized each other up and now i am not only your friend but your fan -- you should know -- and when you leave our town we'll all be stricken with apathy.



my little kristy
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