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Warning this piece gives the impression that assault against someone under 18 occurred. (The girl in the story is 17). First love is something to adore, cherish. But what if your innocence has been stolen? You know it isn’t love, but you crave it. This is a wrong kind of love, the one that should never have started.
“Yesterday he upset me by going to his girlfriend’s house. When he came home, I think he understood the message I left on his bed. A picture of his girlfriend with her eyes crossed out. I was his girl.”
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