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Keg Party Virgins - Ann Lee Miller
I jostled on the seat of the big brown Impala as we bounced over a rut. Excitement fluttered in my stomach. Our first keg party. Jackie Herold gripped the steering wheel tighter and peered down the beam of her headlights. We’d lurched off the smooth, sand road onto a dried mud track five minutes ago. […]
Ann Lee Miller