The last time

The last time

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ntroduction /teaser Joy Linger's perspective I looked at him a saw a sparkling smile. From that day I can't stop thinking about that smile that one little second of flutter in my stomach. I was 5 years old ,I mean I don't think any 5 year old knows how love feels but I think I knew completely what love is. My name is Joy, I'm in middle school grade 7 and I am 13. And to this day I still like Roy. It's just his personality that makes me laugh, smile ,and feel good about myself. But whenever I'm around him I just wanna get closer. It all started on a Sunday when I was 5 and a little bit, he moved to are street, I had that cute smile ( that he still had). He and his family went to there new home right across mine. He helped move the boxes with his dad well obviously he was 5 too and he didn't know what to do so his dad told him. I went in to help them. So I went and started to push boxes in there house. " Hey! What are you doing? There are lots of expensive glass in there don't touch that ! " Roy's dad said. So I went and got another box. "Wanna push this one together?!" I said to Roy
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