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December 8, 2010
We used to sneak into the church across the street (my dad was the pastor) and hide in the basement beneath the stairs. We played truth or dare.

He dared me to kiss him. I didn't want to. He had weird orange hair and cried when he fell off his bike. He was skinny and scrawny and smelled funny because he never took a bath. But I liked his freckles.

I kissed him. It was awful. He drooled. I swore never to kiss again.

I kept that promise until a brow-eyed fool coaxed me into it.

He was worse.