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the other night i had my weekly occurence with a voice behind me that starts off something like "isnt your name eric? arent you that kid i used to cheat off of in 7th grade geography." these tend to be the start of a brief and enjoyable ride to some ill-kept corners of my memory. this voice, however, turned out to be that of the first girl i ever kissed (at 16). she has sent me three long and disturbing letters over the past years, all with no return address nor any hint of wanting to know anything of my life. who does that anyway? right, she does. she is a little crazy. she sits and talks with me during my entire shift at the bar, followed by dinner, and then goes on a long walk with me and the dog. she decides where the walk and takes us about 2 miles from my house. and there is it, a kiss. out of the blue. maybe i should have seen it coming. but i didnt expect her to walk up to a house and say, "this is my stop. im getting married next weekend." who the fuck does that? what a jerk.