head as quick as it comes. Kennedy’s long, dark brown hair reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades. The perfect curls almost look natural, but I’ve seen plenty of girls get ready in the morning to know it takes some work. Her hair is the type I imagine running my fingers through and giving it a little pull. Her small frame with the right amount of curves is enough to catch my attention. My mind wanders back to freshman year when Kennedy got an attitude with me before a game. She intrigued me. Hard not to be when she was the first girl not to fall at my feet. I followed her into the school.
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