I was minding my own business, listening to my tunes, waiting for the light to change to a white hand. Sunny Day, new sneaks, all’s good… and you drove by in your Jeep. I don’t know if you thought you knew me… but you were surely hot. —Blond girl

This article appears in Jun 23-29, 2011.

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