Everywhere I go in this town I see but one girl.
French Stevie.
It's strange, the other day me and James were walking around and a woman passed us. We both stopped, and at the same time said to each other "French Stevie". The girl is everywhere. I'm not sure if it's just the long dark curls of hair and petite body that seem so popular over here, or maybe she is just spying on James and I, but its strange.
It reminds me of the old days on Twin Lakes. Some days less old then others.
I was suppose to meet her here over two years ago but she never showed up, maybe its just reminiscent of that.
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