well, my first “real” kiss was not very romantic. I was in the 6th grade and Mike and I were on the bus on our way back from a field trip. As he leaned in to kiss me I realized that I still had on my elastics from my braces. YUCK! That was all I could think about the entire time. Everytime we kissed after that I was sure to take them out.
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