Ack. I was either 15 or 16 on Thanksgiving with a guy by the name of Mike. It was cold, pouring down the rain, and as we got cuddly under our city park's bandstand gunshots rang out across the street. So, he had to run across the park to call 911 and talk to the cops when they came. When he finally got back to me he simply leaned over and gave me a nice, simple, sweet kiss.
*note: After that, it just sucked... lol*
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