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January 2nd

We sat in your treehouse, eating some sort of hot potato chips straight from the packet. It was Friday, my 14th birthday. You had given me a necklace, and it was the one that I wanted. You sat close to me, very close, and caressed my cheek.

I quickly turned my head away, not wanting to get too close to you. As I turned to face you again, your eyes kept looking at my lips. I dismissed it, and took it as I had something on my face, even though i knew what you were actually trying to say.

But facing the music was harder than dismissing it.

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