Donna and I reconciled our stories beforehand so that we could corroborate if questioned by the guys we would potentially meet. We were never locals because the city guys were not interested in meeting townspeople. In a resort town it is always about exotic, fleeting encounters. For that Labour Day weekend Saturday dance we decided to be Americans. I met Bill, from Detroit, and we had a carefree last blast of the summer, thinking we would never see each other again. At school on Tuesday, I heard my name called and turned to find myself face to face with Bill.
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