Dear Diary,
The popular boy pulled me into his arms and whispered some things to me.
My head for so hot and it felt good to be in his arms. I wasn't thinking straight.
So I held onto his shirt and sinned into it. Then he set me on my bed and went to the bathroom, getting a wet towel for my forehead.
The cold feeling made me stop sobbing. And I think I fell asleep in his arms. I even dreamed that he was a big huge teddy bear.
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Sincerely, Broken Girl
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