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Days following this young escapade, I was mortified that Katie and Simon would have a fight, no doubt regarding her unwillingness to "go all the way", and Simon would have blurted out what had happened between us. But so far, so good. Katie never said anything, which I could not imagine she would have done if she even suspected something had happened between her boyfriend and me. Simon on the other hand, always seemed to be too busy to even acknowledge me any longer when I was around. That was fine with me. I did think Simon was kind of cute, but Katie was one of my best friends and I didn't want to lose her over something this trivial and stupid.
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I had to admit that for 40-year-old woman, my mum looked pretty good. She kept her figure and spent teen chat ave of the money that she earned on clothes. |
