Tuesday night, I got a phone call. One of my friends back theme had a problem, and they had finally decided to get help. My friend told me everywhere the phone that she was really sorry somewhat what she was going to enounce me before she even started. She then went on to tell me about the drugs, sex, and abuse that she had been going through for about three years. It began in November of 2001 when my friend met her sassy neighbors across the street. As a customs duty it was up to the neighbor across the street to bring cookies to the new neighbors, so she made some cookies and went across the street. Waiting for her smasher on the door to be answered she straightened her appearance. The door was answered and she introduced herself and explained the tradition. After everyones names were said she bid them farewell and went back home. Twenty proceeding later there was a knock on her door. The oldest boy, David, had follow over to ask her if she wanted to join in on a snowball fight. She dressed in her snow pants, boots, jacket, and gloves and went outside. in advance she had even gotten halfway out of the door she was belted with a packed snowball.
Letting out a scream of strike she grabbed up some snow and started throwing it back. This went on for about an minute before she and David got tired of throwing snow. They were then just sitting on the side of the road, talking. Eventually they got cold and exchanged screen names. She went inside, not expecting to ever really talk to the guy again. After victorious a shower to warm herself up my friend got online. soon after signing on David IM-ed her. It...
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