One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8, I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later.
Some of my high school teachers did remind me that I had an excellent imagination when it came to making up excuses.
I like to think I get better with age, but maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder.
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