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Still, I tried to explain.
I didn't know how to tell you.
"You know the song, 'Mrs. Robinson,' by Simon and Garfunkel.
I don't think I should pass up an opportunity like this. But I wanted to talk to you about it first.
Trying not to think of everyone closing in on me like the walls of a room. "You have to not let the crowd get to you.
I didn't find out till later that he got his nickname from clearing snow with his dad every winter.
I whimpered all the way only to gasp when his fingers turned outward and briefly brushed the insides of my breasts.
Beneath my back, I fisted my hands, willing myself to hang on.
And this was most likely not the end of my mood swings from our loss, either. Besides, the bubbles of joy building up inside and the tears in my eyes were going to make it difficult to hide my true emotions much longer.