You were the girl stepping out of that phat ride in the 15-minute parking zone. I saw your platform heel and gold toe ring feel their way toward the curb. That was the day you made your big entrance on campus, like a debutante from Norwalk. I was standing there with my saxophone case and band folder. I saw your ankle suddenly bend over onto itself, watching as your grinding curves came to a spastic halt and fizzled onto the sidewalk like a deflated Bratz doll. For a moment, you held the awkward pose of a human being. Welcome to the club, yo!
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