It was the summer of 2000, Scottsdale, Arizona. I was fifteen years old – skinny and gawky as hell, with braces and uncontrollably frizzy hair — and the… 3,363 more words
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Freddie: You ran around. Good times, girls. You were special. You never followed the rules. There were no rules for you. Did you believe it? I think I wanted to see you get away with it.