I don't try crazy things.
One moment, I'm lying in bed and he's telling me to sneak out and I'm laughing, saying "Yeah right, I actually value my life, unlike you, you crazy little brazilian!". The next moment, I'm leaving through the back door and running to the park behind the house to wait for the boy. I saw a black car pull up in front of me, the window rolled down, and I'm face to face with the shaggy brown-haired soccer player that stole my heart. "This is it love, you ready?" I smile, "To where are we heading?"
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