Costa Mesa
Arnold and I found a park close by and climbed into the playing structure swinging our legs. We giggled and watched as late night demons came creepin' up on us. We made a run to the car. Back at the complex we relaxed by the pool and couldn't prevent from having the giggles and talking at different wave lengths. First it was pages flippin and then it became chapters flippin. Where did the time go?
Munching on wheat thins, liquid gel for the eyes, we busted out with the military gear and covered out face with the gas mask. There are still left over residue in the mask from Iraq. Choking Agent, Blood Agent, Nerve Agent, you name it.
Some topics of discussions:
Tree house, bunk beds, silk sheets, water love stains, boom boom room, cashmere sweater.
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