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I suppose I should share mine to help get the ball rolling.
I was 15. His name was Justin. It was at music camp. I had such a crush on him all week. He had the lead in our musical. He was very sweet. We kissed goodbye in the wings after the last concert.
He came out to me two years later. He and his partner now live in Iowa. They're flight attendants.
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History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes.
Mark Twain
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