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    Saving Grave. – (Chapter: Spencer Carlin, what are you doing to me?)

    Story written on October 11, 2007 by mw4vt9.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=16278
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    Aiden is nine years old. Spencer has a girlfriend. Spencer and Ashley both wonder about each other.

    Ashley’s POV.

    The twenty second.  Ashley smiled as she walked to her mailbox.  Aiden’s ninth birthday was two weeks ago.  So, she knew exactly what this one was going to contain.  She pulled out the pictures as she got back in her house.  She was right.  There was a new report card.  Aiden was getting straight A’s in the fourth grade.  Man, he was smart.  Maybe he isn’t my son.  Haha.  Yes, he is definitly my son.  Ashley looked through the pictures.  Aiden opening birthday presents.  Aiden eating cake.  Aiden playing outside.  They were all so cute.  And, there is was, his fourth grade school picture.  Ashley got up to put it in the frame with her other school pictures.  She pulled out the note to read as she looked at the last picture.  There were a lot of people in this picture.  Who are they?  They letter probably explains that, Ashley thought.

    Hey Ashley.  So, one more year until we (Aiden and I) finally get to meet you.  Here are some pictures from his birthday.  I got him a guitar.  I was never musically inclinded at all.  So, I’m guessing he gets that from you?  Who knows.  You are probably wondering who the hell those people are in the picture I sent you.  Well, here goes.  The woman standing beside me is my mother.  Her name is Paula.  She keeps Aiden for me sometimes when I just need a day off.  The man beside her is my father, Arthur.  The black guy in the photo is my brother, Clay.  Yes, my brother.  He’s adopted. :)   The guy behind me is my other brother Glen.  He’s an ass, but we keep him around.  The two girls in the picture are Madison and Carmen.  Madison is my best friend.  Aiden really likes her.  Carmen is my girlfriend.  Aiden hasn’t really gotten that used to her yet.  Well, I hope you are doing good.  Bye.  Spencer.

    Woah.  Woah.  Woah.  Girlfriend?  She definitly met girl that is a friend.  Wait, no.  Then, she would have said that about Madison.  Girlfriend?  Oh, lord.  Not good.  My head is spinning right now.  Her girlfriend is very pretty.  Aiden hasn’t gotten used to her yet.  What does that mean?  It probably means that she hasn’t been around for long.  Oh good Jesus.  I don’t even know what to think about this.  Ashley put the pictures into her photo album as she marked off another day on her calander.  Less than a year and she’d get to meet Aiden and Spencer.  Hopefully, this girlfriend would be out of the picture by then.  Wait, maybe she isn’t a girlfriend.  Ok, stop.  Really, Davies.  You are going to make your brain explode.

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