by Alice White : Lips I crushed on a boy named Drew in sixth grade,wrote a thirty-page letter to Anji,my best friend, composed mostly of lyricsto every love song I knew, except thatI swapped his name for each you. Poor Anji.For I can’t help falling in love with Drew…At last, the summer before seventh grade,IContinue reading “First Kiss”
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