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About 16. Picture related.
I was an innocent (village dumb) lad just growing out of being a kid. Zero dress style, semi fit but no maletropes at all, and painfully cautious. She hung out with students, knew dance music, liked art. Fucking Frenchies. We met at school because she was too much above and I too assburgled to fit in. I adored her but couldn't keep up with her swagger and grace. I remember one scene where I decided to walk a few steps behind her and her Godardian lady friends 'because I did not want to embarrass them'.. what a spastic. She was amused by the m'ladying and dragged me through her circles like a strange pet. Things happened that it took me a decade to discover in full. Went away with guys, I never felt cucked because I frankly had no concept and was constantly going PHWOAR at this groovy happening. She also threw ladymates at me for small talk, we didn't (I LIKE TURTLES) do so well. Even made her maths tutor sit on my lap while she played the fucking piano. I was basically a kid still - no idea what how or why. My dingus knew, but don't they just?
> my vermicelli when I pawed her front- and sideham and didn't know what next so I tried to peel off a nicotine patch down her end ham.
We kissed in the sun by the river - it was my first, and I almost died.
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