

Bobble HeadThe last time I had seen Chelsea was at her grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary. We were swinging on a rope hanging from the old oak tree over the pool. My sister, nine at the time, managed to demonstrate with outstanding clarity the color of her hair; she swung out just far enough to be over the shallow end of the pool – and let go. As someone hauled her out of the pool, unconscious, she had hit her head, her long blonde hair dripping behind her, Chelsea and I held each other. We were very different. I, at 13, a teenager and proud of it, was flat as a board and skinny as a rack, while Chelsea, a year younger than I, had somehow procured cBobble Head
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Jamesy
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A hangover... the wrath of grapes.
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well then, who's in?
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A hangover... the wrath of grapes.
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well then, who's in?
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A hangover... the wrath of grapes.
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well then, who's in?
what would you like to know?
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James
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Yo soy boricua, pa' que tu lo sepas!
¡Levántate!, ¡revuélvete!, ¡resiste!
Haz como el toro acorralado: ¡muge!
O como el toro que no muge: ¡embiste!
José De Diego
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