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That's really cool -- my first kiss with my guy was oddly similar to yours. We were also up in the wee hours of the morning, also talking to each other on MSN, and also while in our residence rooms just across our university's quad from each other. He said he needed a hug and, having a big crush on him, I went over to give him one. I discovered he liked me too when we just started kissing. It was the cutest first kiss with someone I've ever had.
Just thought I'd share that coincidence. Reading your story made me smile.
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The word "time" split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time.
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
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