Me Too

There is one day that I will remember for the rest of my life. Because of that day, enclosed spaces scare me. Garages do too. I won’t wear little sleep shorts to bed and I hate anything with strawberry. There are so many things that I could say about that day. I could tell you about his car. Or his hands. I could tell you about the weather and how the heat had made my hair stick to the back of my neck. I could tell you everything that happened that day, but I won’t. I’ll simply say “Me Too.”

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