younger boy

When I was fourteen, there was this boy who was eleven who lived next door to me. He was always hanging around, and I could tell that he wanted to be friends. He was okay, but he was younger, and I sort of thought that he was a pest. Any way, he was always asking me stuff about girls – like what I had done and all of that. I was pretty truthful and said that I hadn’t done much, which wa

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