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  • Kindergarten Kindergarten
    We actually meet in kindergarten. We then went to the same primary school, house captains for the same house team and also performed the same spice girls song (both being posh spice) at our grade 6 putting on the hits. We then went to different high schools and did not…
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  • It was always there we just never knew it. It was always there we just never knew it.
    It was a cool spring night and my cousin invited me to his house for a pool party. I think he had grilled hotdogs and had plenty of beer. The weather wasn’t cooperating to jump in the pool it was too cold. Then, in walks Ms. D. I immediately thought…
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  • A Long Engagement A Long Engagement
    Mr CL and I met when we were 14.  We went to different schools in the same town in South-West England and were both pretty geeky.  We were invited by the schools board to a week-long gifted and talented camp for advanced mathematics.  Yup, that's right - we met at…
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  • Thought we were opposites... Thought we were opposites...
    My first sighting of Mr square jaw was as i was leaving gym one late afternoon, i was freshly out of highschool and still learning to find control over my hormones.  As i left the entrance and looked across the parking lot i saw this totally HOT guy walking towards…
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  • Blossoms in DC Blossoms in DC
    To start with our story is to start a different story.  Previous to being happy, I was in a four-year relationship that went nowhere.  I was best friends with my ex all through high school (yes, we even dated once at the beginning of high school, and broke up to…
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  • I want to Photograph You I want to Photograph You
    He swears that he remembers seeing me out several times before speaking to me.. We shared a similiar circle of friends in the talent industry so he always saw me but never had a reason to really speak. One evening on my way home from shooting a wedding I almost…
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  • I don't call boys, boys call me I don't call boys, boys call me
    Yes, this is the last phrase I left the Scottish with that fateful night when we first met.  I gave him my number and said, “I don’t call boys, boys call me.”  I later found out that was a very rude thing to say and my friends and the Scottish…
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