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We had been dating for one week when he started to hold my hand. I blushed as he led me to my next class. He always did. He was always late for his classes because of it. Sometimes I worried about him. But God dammit I loved him. I asked about his grades. He said they were bad. That's okay. I still love him. My parents wouldn't approve, but that's okay. I don't care what they think. 

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