When I was in Sixth form I had a crush on a guy called Simon Harrison. He sat next to me in History, opposite me in English Lit, and was in the Drama group that my Theatre Studies group worked with. Nothing ever happened naturally - he was gorgeous and talented and at the time I was gawkish, had no figure, zitty in the extreme (I was a _very_late
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