You jog onto the soccer field, your girlfriend screaming, "Ready To Go" blasting
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Date: August 25th, 2016 1:43 PM Author: aromatic thirsty orchestra pit
A grimace, a light trot with your bros onto the lamp-lit pitch, passing the ball as you lift your knees in place.
Your girlfriend painted her face in school colors and keeps screaming, her girlfriends laughing carelessly beside her, her bare midriff just showing as she flails her lithe arms against the darkening sky.
The old ref pulls beside you and shakes his head, speaking thickly, "No jewelry." You glance at the hemp bracelet around your arm. You rip a piece of tape off your socks below the knee and wrap it up. You glance at the ref coolly. His watery blue eyes blink back at you, nodding, turning to blow the whistle.
It is 1998 and it is gone.
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Date: August 25th, 2016 1:45 PM Author: electric pale messiness point
180 imagery.
I lived for the night games we got to play under the lights on the football field. The few times I got to hear my name announced and the crowd cheer.
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