Graduation Day
See that goofy grin on my face? I guess I thought my life would always be like that, a beautiful girl on either side of me and no more responsibility than to get them home on time. I remember that red shirt well. It was a graduation present, and I've always had a fondness for loud-colored shirts. I remember the belt I was wearing, another graduation present, an elastic job with a tiny silver clasp. Life was good.
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