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to hear all your news sweetie. Keep us
posted. Love, dad.
     

     
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    Matt
    Posted on: Fri, July 5th, 2013 at 05:27pm, Pacific Time
    Posted by: raeinseattle
    # Comments: 7
    Is this guy a fucking babe or what?!
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    Matt and me kissing
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    And some tongue
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    Oh yeah!
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    Brenda—this is the biatch he dumped
for me. What a fucking skank!
    L8a!
    7 Comments: Comment from: Randy Posted on: Fri, July 5th, 2013 at 05:43pm, Pacific Time Awesome! Comment from: Jen@work Posted on: Fri, July 5th, 2013 at 06:55pm, Pacific Time W00t! Have you done it yet? Comment from: Matt Posted on: Fri, July 5th, 2013 at 07:32pm, Pacific Time Nice fotos baby. But you missed 2 or 3—my
favorites. Reply from: raeinseattle Posted on: Fri, July 5th, 2013 at 07:39pm, Pacific Time > Baby, I can't post THOSE! Reply from: Matt Posted on: Fri, July 5th, 2013 at 07:45pm, Pacific Time >> Of course you can. Reply from: JohnQuarterback Posted on: Fri, July 5th, 2013 at 07:53pm, Pacific Time Post them! Post them! Post Them!

FOUR
    Although it was technically winter (the seasons being all backwards
in the Southern Hemisphere), Jaz's skin had begun to feel dry and sore from the
Jozi wind. Jozi , that was a new word she'd learned—a local way of
referring to Johannesburg (or Jo'burg). And then there was also Egoli ,
which not only meant "Place of Gold" (Johannesburg being one seriously
big gold-mining area) but which was also the name of a majorly long-running
soap opera that had some hot African (black) as well as African (white) studs in it.
    It was Thandie (short for Thandile , which means "beloved"),
Jaz's new best friend, who had chosen the word "stud" although Jaz
had yet to confirm if the men of whom she'd spoken indeed met the requirements
for such an honorable title.
    She'd met Thandie that morning in the Wits Great Hall, a massive
structure that looked a bit like the US Supreme Court from the outside. All the
foreign students were getting together to go to Soweto, but Thandie (a local
who was also doing the IHRE program) decided to tag along because she "had
nothing better to do that day." Thandie had been
holding a Colleen Hoover book in her hand and Jaz, without questioning or
thinking, ran up to her and grabbed it, saw that it was Hopeless and then, without prompting and with eyes wide open on both their
parts, they started firing off all their favorite quotes—almost word for
word —back and forth as if they were in a tennis match!
    She knew they would be best friends forever.
    Thandie was short—real short, like five-three or so (which suited
Jaz just fine with her own meager five-five) and had long, beaded-braids that
stretched down to a little below her shoulders. Her nails sparkled with blue
and gold nail-polish and, from the number of guys she'd turned her nose up at
and showed her palm to, it was clear that she had more than a few (unwanted?)
admirers (some of them a real catch in Jaz's opinion, actually).
    Jaz had been more than a bit "threatened" by Maxine and
her five-nine (not to mention her legs). But Maxine had also proven to not be
much of a conversationalist—her favorite "genre" being Elle Magazine
(true story—that was actually what she'd said when Jaz asked her what genres she
liked reading ...). As for Candy, she'd needed some girly things and came by
Jaz's place the night before and Jaz made her a coffee but the ensuing silence
only left them both feeling a little uncomfortable.
    With Thandie (a girl whose vocabulary shamed Jaz's own) it was immediately
different. Jaz felt she could really relate to her, and they spent most of the
time on the bus to Soweto talking, Thandie explaining different things about
their culture and about the land. She explained about the shanty towns (which
the locals called "townships") they'd seen intermittently on the way.
Many of them lacked basic facilities like running water, or even electricity.
One of the poorest and