The Old Barn Part 2

a summer romance

At five fifty, I was showered, dressed in my best farm dress. The one I bought because it looked like the prairie farm wife thing and I wanted to stand out on the porch in it. I shaved and applied the lightest makeup. Thank god for my roommate teaching me how to apply color to my face. Then I walked over to Johnny’s trailer, a bowl of salad in my arms. 

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