Not in High School

Not in High School

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Marie and Chris have huge crushes on one another. They are pretty good friends, and are always around each other. When their friends find out about it, being just friends just doesn't cut it. Marie and Chris's friends constantly tease the two, although they don't mean any real harm. All their friends want is for the two to date, but the jokes make things awkward for them. They begin to talk less, texts become rare, and phone calls are almost non-existent. They try to talk and be friends, but nothing seems to work.
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