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The Coal Miner’s Daughter (From the novel I am a Dirty Immigrant) last day free use code KC63J

The Coal Miner’s Daughter had dark brown hair brown eyes, caramel complexion and a beautiful smile. Quite frankly, she had an island personality, so I immediately felt comfortable with her. The first time we kissed was in front of the little chapel in the middle of the campus. I remember her looking shocked and then saying, “Look what you went and done.”  We were inseparable from that day. She always found a way to make me laugh. She was and still is a good person. Our wedding was completely crazy. No one knew about it but my friend from Ethiopia and another friend from Zambia who was with her best friend, who now hates me, I guess because I am so bloody good looking. We left the campus and drove three hours to Richmond, Kentucky: The Blue Grass City. When we got to the courthouse I was told I had to have identification, so we drove the three hours back to the school and low and behold the bloody car broke down. We borrowed my friend’s car and drove the three hours back to Richmond. We got married at the house of a preacher, an older black man, with his aging mother in attendance. When all was done we drove back to the school, I went to the gym and got dressed for a ball game and then I played the game. Afterwards, I saw her for about ten minutes, then I went to my dorm. Yes my friend, I spent my wedding night sleeping on the top of a bunk bed that was about five inches too short for me.

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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