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The First Time's Special, Right?


The first time I saw you was nothing special. A glance in the hallway, no second thought. The first time we walked home was nothing special. Hello, goodbye, see you tomorrow. The first time I kissed you was nothing special. A peck on the lips, up against my mother's car. The first time I danced with you was nothing special. Freshman Homecoming, next to my boyfriend. The first time we make love will be special. It took four years, and now I'm yours. The first time I met you was nothing special. I was stupid then. I'm better now.
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