

Weekend of Butterflies"You'll never make it", my mother's words echoed. I wasn't scared; I knew I would make it. Back in the twenties, sixteen year old girls like me got married and started families. I was just a touch uneasy setting out to ride the perfectly safe bus to New York City, and then the perfectly safe train into Bridgehampton.Weekend of Butterflies
Eleven fourty-three; the but was late, not me. After boarding the bus, I thought I was headed to Minnesota. Everyone was calm, dressed casually, surely they weren't headed to work in the Big Apple. This bus is freezing. The late and cold bus; are these oments to keep me away from the city? My enormous duffle is takin
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-Casey A.
<3 Stu
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depression is just anger without motivation...
i love the recent one w/ the film, lighting's great
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Drink a lot of Coca-Cola...
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