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Mar 2014
I almost don't
remember what it's
like to kiss him
anymore.
I remember our
first wasnt that
great,
but by the time
we got to our last,
I know it was something.
He tasted like
beer,
he grabbed
my waist,
and pulled
me in.
It's sad that I'm
forgetting,
since we practically
spent the whole summer of
2013 in a liplock.
Paige
Written by
Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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