Disturbing
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I leaned in and pressed my lips against his own. They were soft. He kissed back. I know he did. I swear, he kissed me back. And for a few seconds there was only Maverick and Reston—hiding in a bush during recess and locking lips in a safe space.
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The student waves his hand at the little sparrows, smoothes the long strands of his blond hair hanging over his forehead, and walks away. He pauses at the door for a moment, nods his head in farewell, and whispers with a forced smile: “It’s not my first time…”
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“Oh, no. You’re not leaving, Marie. I’ve got one over there waiting for you,” he told her, pointing to the back deck. There stood another red, porcelain garden pot that matched the other five inside the garden.
