I met Kendra at the bar at The Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego. I wasn’t looking to hook up, well, not specifically. I just wanted an afternoon away from the rest of the group.
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In 1995, on a day far too warm for a long black coat, I walk along Queen Street West inhaling exhaust fumes from backed up traffic and cigarette smoke from the woman walking in front of me on the c
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I was lying in her bed waiting, nervously. Waiting for the first kiss; the one that was supposed to change everything. Months of anticipation and planning couldn’t even prepare me for the moment.
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Left my apartment on East 6th Street one spring night
To escape my ex-girlfriend
We still shared a bedroom
And I'd used the last of the toilet paper
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