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Thursday, December 28, 2006 . 12/28/2006

I remember back in my freshman year in highschool. I remember taking aerobics class, and there was this guy there, a senior. He always teased me, and I remember this one time he picked me up and then dropped me on the mats, and he fell ontop of me. I remember once when I was sitting in the office, he spotted me and came in, putting his face close to mine, and then telling me to 'have a good one'. It could be that he just liked to see me blush, but I don't care. I loved that attention, and now it's over. I hope someday I can experience something like it again.
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