This is one of my buds from high school (that's right, good old Grr High School), Tonya Jones. It all started my freshman year in Mrs. Burdette's geometry class. I was the only freshman in the whole class. Tonya and I sat next to each other for the longest time, but when our chatter became too much for poor Mrs. Burdette to handle, she moved us to opposite sides of that tiny portable of a class room (which always smelled like wet cat for some reason). That didn't stop us. We would throw notes back and forth across the room behind Mrs. Burdette's poor, aging back, usually about kiwi, strawberries, whipped cream and ropes. (You should read our yearbooks!) She retired the very next year. . . I wonder why.
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