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{chemistry experiments} sharon bybee You explain that you just need to be able to feel me up, to practice for when a pretty girl lets you touch her, so that you won’t screw it up, seem too eager; we are sixteen, and this sounds reasonable. Also, I am in love. But we can’t kiss on the mouth, you tell me, cos that’s how you catch feelings, and you don’t need that-- a me-shaped virus clouding around you at the Junior Formal, size Large. This also sounds reasonable, an argument I can’t debate, so I let you touch me, and wonder if you’re awkward. I wonder if I’ll know. Later, in college, you call, states away. Your voice, in my ear; the closest your lips have ever been to me. |
