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Hi, my name is sarahh
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 | Hug with Love. |
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 5 with 1 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-11-20 21:30:47 |
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This just happened to me one hour prior to the time this was published. I tried to write it in a flashback sort of manner btw.
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Guy in red Ohio State hoodie is out back with us at the school. I was distracted from them by another person discussing something else to me. I conclude our conversation and jump right into the craziness going on, where I should have been if I weren't pulled aside in the first place.
They're goofing around, fast-witting funny and vague references of random things I couldn't begin to explain. They're talking about hugs, because of my tree-hugging fettish, I guess.
"Wanna see a hug with love?" Red-Hoodie Guy asks an in anouncing fashion.
"Use the tree as your victim of example,"I say, but my request is disregarded, and he decides to attack me with his hug "with love".
His red arms swoop around me quickly. The hug at first sends a chill down my spine, mostly because his hoodie sleeves were as cold as ice. Then somehow it becomes warm instantaneously, I guess that's the love. He wrestles me playfully around in his wrath, and I giggle like crazy, the innocent school girl getting the best of me, as always.
He finally releases me from the hug with an expertise maneuver.
"That's a hug with love." He concludes.
 -- Lol thats the face I made. I cheesy genuine smile that came from the depths of my heart where my genuine smiles are secretly kept. My face wasn't a fake one like  or  , either. It was most definetely a .
I still can't comprehend how he released with me such an un-awakward force. How do you let go of someone from such a great position without awkwardness or uneasiness? Well, I guess I'm just glad he chose to hug me over the tree. The funny part is I don't even have the slightest clue of his name, hence me calling him red-hoody guy. |
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