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I remember the first note I got from a boy (I used to pass notes to my friends all the time). It was a backwards card made out of purple construction paper with a badly drawn flower on it from a kid named Brian. Inside, it had his number and call me on it. I forget what grade I was in when I got it, but pre-high school, maybe even pre-middle school. I showed it to my mom and she FREAKED and took it away so I wouldn't call him. I always felt bad about that. what if I crushed the poor boy because my mother was psycho??
It is a nice feeling, though
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