The Road To Rejection.

An Inviting Piece of the Pie

Jennifer…

(Deep sigh!)

A 13-year-old girl, of mixed ethnic heritage who had the sublime combination of an infectious personality infused with physical features, that were seemingly moulded by the hands of artistically gifted angels. Jennifer had hazel eyes, olive brown skin, perfectly displaced freckles and curly hair that bounced to the beat of its own rhythm.

It was a warm summer’s day when Jennifer said to my 10-year-old self “Tyrone if I give you some money can you go to the shop and get me a mint flavoured ice pole (aka icicle pop) from….” I answered before she could finish the question, I was so awestruck that Jennifer even knew my name. I would have attempted to capture light from the stars if she had asked me, but getting a mint flavoured ice pole was within the realm of realistic possibly and if it meant she noticed me, then it…

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