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We used to eat zucchini fried and hot with ranch from the packet. I know that now. I learned to eat the smallest ones first because they wouldn't burn my mouth The large ones burned like nothing I remembered before I opened my mouth and blew out. I think you taught me that. We were at a park then I think there was a bench at the top of a hill It had a path up to it, Packed earth or stone... It was a dream till now. We ate but it was late there wasn't much time to play I asked you something hard, maybe about mom I think it was about you I don't know what you said but it wasn't satisfying. I thought that day was a dream, for years.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Fried zucchini.
We used to eat zucchini fried and hot with ranch from the packet. I know that now. I learned to eat the smallest ones first because they wouldn't burn my mouth The large ones burned like nothing I remembered before I opened my mouth and blew out. I think you taught me that. We were at a park then I think there was a bench at the top of a hill It had a path up to it, Packed earth or stone... It was a dream till now. We ate but it was late there wasn't much time to play I asked you something hard, maybe about mom I think it was about you I don't know what you said but it wasn't satisfying. I thought that day was a dream, for years.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
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