Dedication Page

 

To all of my IRL friends, we'll always have: RRR (Raunchy Rhonda Rockets), Loppy Tutpa, Hinch (need I say more?), Welly, Boston Pizza Chili Pepper fights, Saturday nights at the phone booth (you know who you are - the person I am dedicating this to), Gus Gus, Hinch, the Starshley song (*ahem*...in tune to "Bitch"), "just stabbin' the air!", "' No, really Mr. Hinch. Lisa and Mike are out touring the school,' says Darla.' 'Oh, okay!' says Mr. Hinch", cutting Hinches classes, Hinch, "Ah, Mrs. Kinnee, *please* don't kick us out of the library!", stalkers, "Betty did it!", locking Hinch in the closet, 17, twice in two weeks, shining flashlights into my neighbors hosue at night, stealing mud from my neighbors, corn and rubber and manure stench from a certain someone, and spraying air freshener in their equally raunchy locker, and, most of all, Hinch.

 

Now, to all of my "cyber-friends":

 

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