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The Ferris Wheel, Round Two

The Savannah High summer carnival had arrived, putting a definitive period at the end of summer and ushering in our senior year with cotton candy and flashing lights. It felt like ages since the last time we were there. The summer before sophomore year, the summer of Scott Thompson and almost kisses on Ferris Wheels.

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I'm Okay

Sam’s party was in full swing when Noah and I arrived. We were running late, partially due to traffic but primarily because I had to convince Noah we shouldn’t stay on my sofa watching TV all day. Sin

 
 
 
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