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I think it was the spring before sophomore year in high school, a prelude to the best and worst but I missed that footnote. The previous night was nice where romance had intervened if at all possible for 14 year olds. I should have understood that devils come at all ages in all seasons but the stars beckoned summer and your parents didn't know and this was the first time I'd ever been so secretive. Wasn't until now I'd realized you have always been a limit pusher, I didn't understand then, when you asked to stick your hand down my shirt. I cannot call myself stupid for being young, but let's call it a lapse in morality. you frowned, pulled back and told me there was nothing there. It has always been the smallest things said that have injured me the greatest.
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Sunny Judgement.
I think it was the spring before sophomore year in high school, a prelude to the best and worst but I missed that footnote. The previous night was nice where romance had intervened if at all possible for 14 year olds. I should have understood that devils come at all ages in all seasons but the stars beckoned summer and your parents didn't know and this was the first time I'd ever been so secretive. Wasn't until now I'd realized you have always been a limit pusher, I didn't understand then, when you asked to stick your hand down my shirt. I cannot call myself stupid for being young, but let's call it a lapse in morality. you frowned, pulled back and told me there was nothing there. It has always been the smallest things said that have injured me the greatest.
(c) Brooke Otto
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
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