Southern Dialect Audiobook Truth or Beard
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) North American (US South)Transcript
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I knew the exact moment I fail for Jessica James. I remember it clears day, even though I hadn't said eyes on her for years. Time and distance hadn't told the memory. The constancy of my regard for Jessica just made her presence now in Green Valley Field. Transitory, like she was slipping through my fingers. Our 16. She was 14. ID shoved her off a dock into the river behind our house. Instead of screaming or freaking out like a stupid girl, she grabbed my leg on her way down and pulled me under two, dragging me out to the middle. I was in the swim shorts and she was in her Sunday school dress while we were struggling under the water. She pulled my shorts down and off, then escaped CNN's how she'd been on the swim team since elementary school. She was the better swimmer. Even in a Sunday school dress, Jessica climbed onto the bank. Her blonde hair had been wet, tangled around her face down her back, her white dress that clung to her body, making every younker visible, and she taken off. She'd always been real pretty, but so what? Lots of other girls spitting mad. I ran after not caring one lick that I was naked. I'd called her easily enough. I was the better runner faster and tackled her to the ground. I'd pinned her hands above her head and searched him. They were empty where my shorts, I demanded, furious. Her body had shook beneath mine. She was laughing. She was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. And I remember thinking she was beautiful. Then she'd said, I threw him in a tree. I watched her again, losing her breath, the laughter and I couldn't stop my smile. That was the moment that was when it happened.