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At bed time I turned off the lights, got a flashlight and opened the book.
Another puff of smoke and I was 12.
Brittanie, Samantha, and I didn't know we liked the same boy. On Valentine's Day Brittanie brought in chocolate, Samantha made up a poem and I brought him flowers. We gave him the gifts at the same time.
He said, "Hey Jessica. Let's get out of here."
That wasn't funny, but later we looked back and laughed.
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