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I don’t really remember it all too well. It was late, and dark (Harriet was sucking up all the energy for the streetlights elsewhere) I just sat there leaning against his shoulder, very upset.

Being the bright, teenage kids that we are, we sat there all night, not getting any sleep. We sat there, outside of my house. Outside of my house.

It was just like a movie. The moment I realized how much trouble I would be in if caught, my parents opened the door. Very theatrical. You should have seen there faces….

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