When I was fourteen I came home two hours past my curfew. There was Peter, standing in the doorway in his whitie tighties and black knee socks for all my friends to see. My best friend Destiny asked me “What the hell is Peter doing?” Then he opened the door and yelled “HEATHER, I’M NOT MAD! I’M ON FIRE!”
When I was fourteen my pager went through the washing machine. When Peter took me to get a new one he told me to tell them that I had no idea what happened to it, it just stopped working. So I did just that. The guy opened my pager and water came out. Then Peter looked at ME and then looked at the guy and shook his head as if I had lied.
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