Picture it: Catholic Youth Group, 1997. I, a young innocent teenage girl. He, a few years older. I was interested in this young man. He had rosy cheeks, and the most infectious laugh I had ever heard. He wore interesting clothes, often a t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt over top of it, with a […]
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