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I have always admired the Arctic Fox. A beautiful, serene animal that is as sly as any other fox, but glowing with a touch of innocence as they struggle through snow and ice on the tundra to survive. One day, I will be an Arctic Fox. My name is Misaki, and here I begin my story. At the end of high school, I had never had a boyfriend. I had been asked out three times but refused all of them. Even though in senior year I had gotten rid of my huge reputation of being a boy-hater, and made several guy friends, none of them were what I wanted. At times I felt deeply lonely, and longed for the light touch of a lover upon my virgin body. The Japanese classes I took at the weekend offered a pen pal set up to help Japanese kids practice their English, and although my English was perfectly good, I signed up just for fun.The next Saturday, about 2 weeks into March, I was given a slip of paper about my new pen pal. For some reason, I was so excited! His name was Jack, 21 years old, and he lived in a city about an hour away from me. His picture showed a rather distracted young man wearing a faded red shirt. His cheekbones were high and his jaw a bit angular. His matt black hair was cut in the classic hair cut – short at kızılay escort the back and sides, with the hair line running though the side. I rushed home after having had to study about 20 new kanji, and searched through my cupboard for cards and envelopes. Like the forgetful messy person I am, I couldn’t find any of them, though I could’ve sworn I had stuffed some simple ones in that vacuum of a cupboard since last Christmas. So I had to go out to buy myself some cards. I drove straight to CVS and ran into my friend Sarah. She was just leaving and I saw her walking out the door, her cascading brunette hair with its red tips mimicking the bouncing movement of her huge breasts. I mentally face palm-ed as I saw she was wearing a loose T-shirt showing a ton of cleavage. Although she was a confident, rather unusual girl, she was a nerd not a slut, and the cleavage was a result of not paying much attention to her appearance. Behind her walked her brother, in a very chill manner. Martin, although only 16, was the coolest little guy you’ve ever met. He wasn’t really little anymore, but I still had the image of him when he was about 12, playing soccer in kolej escort the fields with a band around his head keeping his longish hair out of his eyes. He was always very cool and calm, and now that he was growing up, he had shot up a full 5 inches taller than me. His body was slim and Sarah told me he sometimes went to the gym. I ran up to them to catch them before they left. “Hey Sarah! What’s up beauty you trying to show your breasts to the world?” Sarah looked at me rather exasperated through her thin glasses. “For god’s sake why don’t you just buy my clothes for me?” “Well because I’m sure the boys enjoy this sight.” I laughed at her, patting her on the head. I didn’t notice Martin looking at me as though he’d rather enjoy a similar sight from me. “What were you up to in that drug store? Not teaching little Martin bad things are you?” “We were getting toothpaste,” Sarah explained. “Our cat Sumi managed to chew up the case of our old toothpaste. Don’t ask me how.” “She tore a hole right into it,” said Martin, “and Mom didn’t want us using cat-saliva filled toothpaste.” “Your cats are weird.” I told them flatly. Sarah didn’t care. Sarah started telling maltepe escort me all about this amazing book she had just read… so I rushed into the store, shouting at them to have a great weekend. I wasn’t really in the mood for talking about books with Sarah – that was like going into a 5 page analysis for a college course. I picked up some blank cards, as I liked to draw my own artwork on the front. I bought a few pencils too (I always broke them within a few weeks) – I hate writing in pen. Pen is slick and slippery and smudges and my handwriting gets all messy… AND I can’t erase it. I drove home, arriving at my small suburban house. I climbed up on the orange roof to look at all the other little suburban houses that stretched for so far and watched the sunset as I wrote. My letter was very long, and I introduced myself. I talked a lot about what I liked and what my interests were, and demanded a similarly detailed response. A few hours later I dropped the sealed envelope holding the card into my mailbox, lazily pushing up red flag part ways. After eating dinner I collapsed into bed. My pen pal’s response came two days later, and I was pleased with how quick it was. Jack was obviously a very intelligent man. He had graduated high school with a 4.2 GPA, got into his college with a full ride scholarship, and was studying history. He hated math, he said, which was a bit disappointing, but he loved writing, and said he would love to look at a few of my stories. I sent back my response the next day, and so our correspondence began.
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