Love Shacks and Limes
September 02, 2002 4:51 a.m.
The frothy milkshake slides down my throat with ease, while we giggle and sprawl around the room. It's only midnight. There's still plenty of time to have fun. What's next? Truth or dare? Spin the bottle?How on earth have we graduated from high school and have never played spin the bottle?
Our laughter escapes to the hallway through slivers of light in the well-worn doorways. A knock reminds us to keep our secrets and hide them well.
I creep out nearly 5 hours later, sensing that my tentative welcome is no longer present.
It really does feel like the seventh grade again.
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