http://slow.writerscafe.org/Raef The original writings of author Raef C. Boylan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990417 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 (11:04) I skidded down thelast few feet of the dirt slope, dived through the overgrown entrance to ‘theShrubs’ and encountered a living example of parental optimism: ‘Kylie’. KylieTrent, hunched up over her knees in mycorner, her short skirt riding up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raef/1224985/ It was only a short rideto Charlie’s road but I fidgeted in my seat the whole way, hands raininghighly-strung drum solos upon my knees; staring without seeing as familiarlandmarks flickered leisurely past the streaked bus windows. I had been to Charlie’splace a few times for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raef/1224776/ IfI didn’t have my mates I’d go mental. They mean everything to me. It’s fuckedup to think that when we finish school I might not see them no more. 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