I can’t remember if I’ve ever told this story here. I think I have. When I was a teenager, trapped somewhere in that weird space between the first kiss and the first time, I was dating a boy from the South. I was enamoured with everything about him. His green eyes and dark hair, a splash of freckles across his unfairly high cheekbones, his accent,
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Thank you for appreciating my swirlies. Gary keeps thinking it's dirt and tries to clean his screen.
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Guinness and whiskey.
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