Johnny America


Romance/Missing Per­sons: WE MET BY THE NACHOS


You said your name was James, I told you I did­n’t care. We had fun, that night in the Quik­Trip park­ing lot. You let me try your Slim Jim, I let you nib­ble my Krispy Kreme. An­oth­er snack exchange?

Filed under Fiction on June 24th, 2004

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