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In my own Back YardTrust. We easily hand it out in our younger days, and closely keep it guarded as we grow older. We don’t know trust is earned we grow up and don’t as easily identify those who would betray our trust. 1997, the babysitter comes over. My best friend. The person I trust more then anyone else. My mother leaves and I ask to play outside. She sits in a chair reading a book while I run this way and that, examining that which the fresh spring evening has brought. After a few hours I silently sit on the swing. She has since then put down her book and now sits next to me. She looks to me and smiles. “Have you ever been kissed by a girl?” I stickIn my own Back Yard
by ~ooglopboy
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Walk on your own Move Forward you've got a good strong pair of legs you should get up and use them.
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