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Submitted to Contest #228
We used to flirt for hours on end in between school desks, not really knowing what flirting was. We met when we were eleven and the rhythm of our friendship was punctuated by the predictable sound of bells and the shared salted caramel candies we’d contraband during boring lessons. It was just a friendship, but the second summer we parted was the summer I realised how much I missed him. It began like it did the first year of middle school, telling each other that the two months apart would fly by and we would meet again soon in September. I ...
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