During my senior year, I had reconnected with my first love David. He had been moved out of Quincy after our arrest and living with extended family about 2 hours from my current foster home. We began exchanging phone calls and letters, catching up with each other's lives as we began building a new type of relationship as friends. I had worried that he might have held some resentment for how things had turned out, and I had been hesitant to find him. Only to find out that all my worry was for nothing, easily slipping back into a friendship that had been interrupted.
   At the end of my senior year, I invited David to come visit and go to Prom with me, which he happily agreed to. We had not seen each other since that disastrous night, and both of us were excited to see each ot...

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