Chapter 4
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e usually sat in a small plot ombstones t easy to pass ts back and fortime my friends and I decided to learn ton family, and to to find out if anytten about to sit on someones tombstone, you mig t?
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ell, Eric and me turday niging boiled peanuts and talking about on, equot; seen mucball season of to feeam.
quot;It ; I said, s to play it cool.
Eric playfully elboed. ty pounds.
quot;Did you kiss ?quot;
quot;No.quot;
ook a long drink from kno Eric never rouble buying beer, everyone in town knew how old he was.
ossing me a sidelong glance.
quot;I after s least kissed .quot;
quot;ell, I didnt.quot;
quot;Did you even try?quot;
quot;No.quot;
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quot;S t kind of girl,quot; I said, and even t rue, it still sounded like I was defending her.
Eric latco t like a leech.
quot;I t; he said.
quot;Youre full of crap,quot; I ans out of me. t Id he following day.
quot;Yea be full of crap,quot; me, quot;but youre tten ;
I knereading on dangerous ground.
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