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I’ve had the same best friend since 1st grade. I distinctly recall her blonde pigtails poking into the blue sky, as she pummeled toward me on the playground.  “Wanna play jump rope?”Her cheeks were like two fresh peaches, scattered with...
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The first time I experienced the “ick” was when I watched a boy cuff his jeans. Something about it utterly repulsed me, and I was no longer physically capable of being attracted to him. These irrational, sudden bursts of revulsion...
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