High school romance.
. I had butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. Finally, the weekend arrived, and I couldn't wait to see him. I spent hours getting
atting. The conversation flowed easily, and I felt like we could talk for hours. Before I knew it, our food arrived. We ate, laughed, and talked late into the nigh
a few school events together. I couldn't believe how much fun we were having and how well we got along. One day, as we were walking through the park, Michael
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