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It was in your silver station wagon on a summer day a few years ago. We drove down into the arboretum into the trees around some gravel into a parking lot mostly deserted save for us We put the front seats back stared at the ceiling of your car It was a Buick I think, either dark red or blue interior We drove in it together many times But that day that day you looked so gorgeous your red hair a little in your face and your eyes always intrigued me Leaning over and kissing you, running my hands along your arms, trying to hold you closer Five black men pulled up in a huge car and parked a space over They got out opened some beers were drinking and talking I remember you and I started laughing they hadn't seen us and what would they think when these 2 front seats pop up with a girl and a boy and we drive off. We were 18 then. You were young and cool and sexy I remember your letters from California at first friendly then angry I imagined you writing them I did a lot of pretending back then