I always forget that you were my first boy kiss. We were in a truck on a back road waiting for friends to finish whatever they were doing at the apartment. We both ended up kicking truck tires: you because I said no and me because you kicked truck tires.
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I grew up in Chester. The village, not the guy you kissed. Without context, though, it makes me sound like a tapeworm.