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We laid naked together in her parents’ barn, watching the skies through the holes in the roof.
“Tell me about it again,” said Tracy. Brown hair fell over the olive skin of her face as she sat up. Her eyes glittered like a pair of emeralds in the evening light.
I didn’t move. My body was young, but she still had a way of wearing me out. I looked at her sleepily and smiled. “It’s all just memories from childhood. I don’t even know if they’re real.”
“Come on, Dakota.” Her voice took a pleading tone, knowingly baiting me. “Just tell me a little.”