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October 6, 2010
I remember you, red-haired girl, just as fiery and fierce as your red hair suggested. You left your legs un-shaved, and men loved you anyway. You marked them with bottle caps on their key chains, and they had no idea they had been claimed.

"I am hers," the bottle caps declared as they clinked against the keys. "Hers. Hers. Hers."

You were everything about me I hated and everything about me I loved. You were everything I wished I had and everything I hope I will never be.

I remember you.

I will not do what you did.