We were on some kind of school bus trip. Everyone but Brownie and I had gone somewhere and it was just the two of us on the bus cuddling. Just like always, it didn't go anywhere at all, but it felt very comforting and companionable. Then I confessed my lack of rhythm and he offered to teach me to dance.
(Brownie was the boy I had a schoolgirl crush on for so long I'm embarrassed to admit it. We were barely friends, probably because I was too tongue tied to speak in his presence. I heard that he's married with a bunch of kids now.)
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