First kiss
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Romance
Have you ever felt like you never want something to end? Well if you have then let me tell you my story. I think your going to be very intrigued by what I'm bringing to the table. It all started last summer when me, Katie went to my grandma's house. That summer was a long summer, long summer of eating and watching whatever I want. Then he happened, Chris Rogers the most gorgeous guy on my grandma's Street. He is literally top notch at everything. I mean he has a six pack of abs, short brown hair but not too short, lovely muscles, and a cute butt, not that I have been looking or anything I mean if you saw him you would look too. He has ocean blue eyes, and a sun-kissed tan. If only he would notice me, but all that is going to change this summer. This summer I'm going to have my first kiss and I already know who's first on my list.
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