Take Me Out
She lay on the floor. On her stomach. The braided rug made tread marks from knee to elbow, grooves in her pale soon-to-be second grade skin.
She didn’t care about the ruts, the indentions.
Watching baseball with her Dad.
Do you have a favorite summertime memory from childhood?
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