I was spending the night with Mary at her house...and her mom made me a wonderful birthday breakfast in the morning. We stayed up and listened to music and talked about so much. It was my 16th birthday...and we were so young...and then she took me home about noon, because Mary got her license first and she had a Plymouth duster. The miles we put on that car! She gave me a pair of white horse shoe earrings. I still have them. Mary was into horses.
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