Strawberry Kisses

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My first idea of love -one that wasn't screams or yells- was sex.

I had to be about 7 or 8. I played with my barbies and I would smash them together.

Pressing their plastic coated legs against each other and pretending that the two figurines were real.

Just like how the big block tv in the living room showed me, their love had no issues. Their love was unchanging no matter what happened.

My barbies argued, they cheated, and I made Ken walk away each and every time.

Yet I always made sure that by dinnertime my dolls kissed and made up.