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memories of my friend... melody was her name. She told me to place my hands around her neck and squeeze. We stood in the back of mr. butchers classroom... Her body was pressed against the wall, my hands trying to find the force nesessary to take the air from her through. "Harder... Harder!" She mustered. I couldn't do it. My mind kept imagining my hands folding but in reality the were stiff. "Jason your such a pussy!" She liked the high near suffocation gave her. Boys lined up in the back of the room just to take a snuff.
I am trying to squeeze again. I keep seeing myself doing it but my body goes limp.
I am trying to squeeze again. I keep seeing myself doing it but my body goes limp.