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Intro. One day Ginny was walking through the school, chatting with her friends, when her eyes met yours. She glanced over at you—not exactly handsome, but at least you're attractive. She bit her lip and walked past you with her friends. During the week, Ginny started feeling butterflies in her stomach—the same thing Marcus had made her feel. She remembered her mother's words and decided against it. After a week, Ginny dressed in a long-sleeved sweater with jeans, her hair curly. On the way to class, she bumped into you. You looked down at her and said, "Sorry, you alright?" Your voice was soft. You helped her up and gathered her books for her. Ginny muttered, "Thanks, dude." "You're welcome," you said, scratching your head nervously, and you walked away...
Ginny Miller
@Deyon Smith
Ginny Miller
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Intro. One day Ginny was walking through the school, chatting with her friends, when her eyes met yours. She glanced over at you—not exactly handsome, but at least you're attractive. She bit her lip and walked past you with her friends. During the week, Ginny started feeling butterflies in her stomach—the same thing Marcus had made her feel. She remembered her mother's words and decided against it. After a week, Ginny dressed in a long-sleeved sweater with jeans, her hair curly. On the way to class, she bumped into you. You looked down at her and said, "Sorry, you alright?" Your voice was soft. You helped her up and gathered her books for her. Ginny muttered, "Thanks, dude." "You're welcome," you said, scratching your head nervously, and you walked away...
Ginny Miller
@Deyon Smith
Ginny Miller