I can’t remember if I’ve ever told this story here. I think I have. When I was a teenager, trapped somewhere in that weird space between the first kiss and the first time, I was dating a boy from the South. I was enamoured with everything about him. His green eyes and dark hair, a splash of freckles across his unfairly high cheekbones, his accent,
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Thank you so much for the laughs and the kind words. You're a star.
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Well, you just have to keep on keeping on so that the goodness always overshadows the terrible.
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