Essay Archive - Quarry Hill
Quarry Hill
"What are you doing tomorrow?" It seemed I had asked this question
100 times already during the summer.
"Nothing, hey lets figure something out now, so we don't sit around
doing nothing tomorrow morning!" Was the reply I got from my friend Rudy.
My other friend, Tom, jumped up onto the hood of his 1979 Camero Z-28.
This was the unspoken signal that we would all stay under the stars and
contemplate for a while. I decided to take a seat on top of the back of my
mother's car. "Well, what are we going to do, guys?" Rudy must const....
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