Tuesday, August 04, 2009

45 x 365 #192

192/365 - SH

Friday nights before football games, you'd feed us fish sticks, corral us into your car, and walk us to the field. We'd never see you again until the end, but we'd hear your voice, hoarse from those years of smoking, yelling excitedly throughout the game.

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