The first time I met whats-her-name I was maybe 8 years old and she might've been 13. She had blonde hair with bangs. We were in the kitchen of a house that had been converted to house a Barbershop up front. Making intentionally gross sandwiches and daring each other to eat them. Giggling and making fun as all kids do while having a great time.
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