I made a friend at MySpace. I know, I know. I said I'd never go there again, but this is different. This is one, really, really, good, no!, great person! She's from high school! She's 50 already, that's the Class of '76, and I'm slip-slidin' to 50 myself. Her eyes are pools of deep blue just like they were when I knew her in ninth grade, and her babies and grandbabies have the same eyes. Those are some strong genes.
I have so many memories fading. I worry sometimes about what I have forgotten already. But I feel about her starkly clear. It's something about those adolescent years, high school, a time when the brain scans are all electric pink and blue and lime green.
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