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I love how your legs take my hands for a walk.
My first “girlfriend” was in first grade. I’ll never forget you, Leah. But my first girlfriend— who I went out with sans parents—was in sixth grade. I remember our first date was at the movies and our palms got sweaty holding hands.
the best kind of flirting: the flirting where apparently neither of you knew you were flirting but APPARENTLY EVERYONE ELSE DID
imagine what life would be like if boys actually liked you