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The day after that conversation,

I chose a different venue.

The park was illuminated by glittering

stars and the light of the moon.

I sat in a red tire swing watching her

approach me. She was wearing a nylon red

figure hugging dress.

Her: Hey.

Her lips stretched into a smile,

showing off her beautiful crooked

white teeth. She seated herself on

the tire swing, propping her sneakers

on my lap.

Me: Hey. Do you want to do something different tonight?

Her: I-I don't know...

Me: It'll be fun. I promise.

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