My friend Sam

This is a sweet boy I met at summer camp, his name was Sam Lewis, and I think he was from Philadelphia, PA. He was kind, and soft spoken. We wrote a few times and then lost touch. The main thing I remember about camp is that They wouldn't let us dance together because we weren't the same race. I was very upset about it. I didn't see what difference it made. One day I might run into him somewhere somehow and reminisce.

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