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>The next day I message Kylie to find out what happened, I have vague impressions that I was talking to her
>I try and be subtle to find out exactly what went on, but it’s not working
>Decide fuck it, invite her out for lunch
>She says yes and we go to this place opposite my house
>Décor is fucking hideous, but the food is really good
>She gets a pizza, I’m eating a club sandwich with fries
>We talk awkward shit, I’m still angling to find out if anything happened the day before, basically find out we just kissed
>We go to hers, just hang out and watch some crappy tv, boring as fuck, she’s not comfortable doing anything with her parents there
>Suggest going to mine, I have a bottle of vodka
>She’s really down for this
