Cute story

I opened my paper this morning and found a familiar face inside.

One year in middle school (I forget which…eighth grade?), Erica was my locker-neighbor. Every day that year she would state, matter-of-factly, “I plummet into you!”, and then proceeded to, uh, plummet into me.

Seventeen-bajillion years later, I still remember that fondly.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

powered by wordpress