One Point Oh
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A year ago today a cute boy sat outside my house waiting for thirty minutes because he was early, picked me up for our date, spilled his drink because he was nervous, watched the sun go down with me, picked a sad movie that made me cry, and then made me fall madly in love with him.
He’s the only person in the world who knows what ‘homp’ means.