An so wearing ripped up jeans and a wife beater. That night that the darkness edged on. She got in his car. This could of been any night. Infact it could of been almost any girl. But she. She wasn't Like any girl. She was an intoxicating taste of impulse an control. Wise an naive. Scared an cold. Passionate an amazing. She never got in cars with
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