That girl

I remember that girl. I used to call her and try to get her to come out. I knew when she was out and if she smoked enough pot she would be happy and as long as I said the right thing she would sleep with me. And sometimes she would even look over at me and say my name like she was happy to be with me. I think I really loved that girl. When I hear her voice now I can’t take it: I still love that girl.