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Her name was Janet🦪
*A fictional tale of a guy dreaming of his reconnection with his childhood friend and first love as he has a conversation with his beloved neice*
(Uncle Kyle)
Her name was Janet, and she was an uptown girl from the bayou. See Janet had all the friends in town. Literally, everyone, I mean. With her southern family drawl and sweet walk. Nobody dared tell her anything about herself. Now she wasn't an uppity uptown girl like the ones in the books. Her demeanor was, how do you say... A little raggedy. Better yet she was highly rough on the edges. But thats exactly what gave her that spark. Little Janet Arnold, well she's all grown up now. We were all young. No one's seen her In a while. I think about her often. Im sure that a lot of people in this town do. I think about the times when were kids. She was my best friend. Her hair was always so pretty a different style almost everyday. Yet they were always the simplest of styles. But that's what made them so great. I really wanted to ask her if she did them all herself. Funny I never got the chance. Or maybe I did and was to afraid of her response.( I chuckled). She almost never matched when she dressed but the colors somehow always seemed like they did. You could also tell when she tried her hardest to match because it usually was really off. I find that kind of sweet. She had so many talents. I couldnt think of one she didn't beat. I can actually promise you that.( I said with a smile) . Oh, I seemed to have drifted too far in thought. Where was I?
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Oh yeah, Her name was name Janet.
(young girl)
Uncle Kyle you said that already.
(Uncle Kyle)
Ok, but well, (clears throat)
Well, this Miss. Janet I dare speak of, I heard wind is coming back in town. This is my chance and I would love for you to meet her ( Twirls viciously in circles like a unkempt ballerina). Ahh, and she would always smells of lavender and lilies. Even after we would play all day. The playground, and the beach, and the park, the museum, the bike rides and the nature walks. Still she smelled of lavender and lilies. She was just like the rest of the boys she played so hard. I...
(Uncle Kyle)
Her name was Janet, and she was an uptown girl from the bayou. See Janet had all the friends in town. Literally, everyone, I mean. With her southern family drawl and sweet walk. Nobody dared tell her anything about herself. Now she wasn't an uppity uptown girl like the ones in the books. Her demeanor was, how do you say... A little raggedy. Better yet she was highly rough on the edges. But thats exactly what gave her that spark. Little Janet Arnold, well she's all grown up now. We were all young. No one's seen her In a while. I think about her often. Im sure that a lot of people in this town do. I think about the times when were kids. She was my best friend. Her hair was always so pretty a different style almost everyday. Yet they were always the simplest of styles. But that's what made them so great. I really wanted to ask her if she did them all herself. Funny I never got the chance. Or maybe I did and was to afraid of her response.( I chuckled). She almost never matched when she dressed but the colors somehow always seemed like they did. You could also tell when she tried her hardest to match because it usually was really off. I find that kind of sweet. She had so many talents. I couldnt think of one she didn't beat. I can actually promise you that.( I said with a smile) . Oh, I seemed to have drifted too far in thought. Where was I?
~
Oh yeah, Her name was name Janet.
(young girl)
Uncle Kyle you said that already.
(Uncle Kyle)
Ok, but well, (clears throat)
Well, this Miss. Janet I dare speak of, I heard wind is coming back in town. This is my chance and I would love for you to meet her ( Twirls viciously in circles like a unkempt ballerina). Ahh, and she would always smells of lavender and lilies. Even after we would play all day. The playground, and the beach, and the park, the museum, the bike rides and the nature walks. Still she smelled of lavender and lilies. She was just like the rest of the boys she played so hard. I...
