Matt,
Don't be jealous. I met someone.
His name is Donald and he's in the rock club.
With his parents.
He studies geological formations and then puts them on his wall: "I probably have about 15!" He's also in the chess club and he does community service by choice. Today he squealed with delight about a McDonald's sundae (who wouldn't?) and in the same breath remarked on the beautiful and simultaneously destructive nature of climbing ivy.
His voice barely cracks when he laughs.
My heart, she explodes.
AGAIN.
He is freckled and strawberry-blond chubby-short. I cannot withhold my own toothy grin when his smile shows colorful orthodontia. Oh, if only I too were 12 years old!
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