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Back in the 90s.

My buddy and I had got our permits. I drove a jeep Cherokee covered in skate company stickers. He and I went everywhere together.

Liz and Nicole used to come hangout with my crew. Nothing sexual. Liz was absolutely gorgeous and my type.

She came from an abusive household however. Dad beating on her and her sister and in a spot known in town for being a little rough. I knew it was rough as my bud and I met with someone that had a homemade gravity bong and smoked crank at 17.

She would come to my place as a sort of sanctuary. My neighborhood had standard streetlights and not those shit ones. Made out of concrete and having a "lamp." We lived right next to the golf course and country club.

She asked me onetime if I wanted to smoke crank. Looked over at my buddy and he shook his head no. I wasn't sure what crank was at that point in time.

I saw her years ago on a social media app. She doesn't go by her name anymore and when she corrected me I stopped talking to her.