I liked a boy in high school. Okay, I liked a ton of boys in high school, but with this particular one...
I'll keep this short.
On several occasions I carried a frozen burrito in my pocket or backpack in case he got hungry in class. There was a microwave.
He never did want that burrito.
This is why I'm single.
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