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When I dropped my pencil in class a boy named Boe stopped and picked it up before I could he said hey and I said it back then he said he had to go

and my heart was pounding like an apes chest I was in love then I didn't see him for a month or more he was walking to another 

girl and they kissed i was mad I felt like I could brake something but then people were saying it was the girl who likes him not he likes her

he didn't know she was going to do that then he came over and said hi and I thought I really like him so I leaned in to kiss him and we did we started dating I hope there are people's lives like that i want to help 

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