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fandomsecrets2013-08-24 03:21 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2013-08-24 03:21 pm
[ SECRET POST #2426 ]
⌈ Secret Post #2426 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Notes:
Secrets Left to Post: 04 pages, 080 secrets from Secret Submission Post #347.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 1 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)I had a "boyfriend" in pre-school (PRE-SCHOOL. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS), and we would hug, and our parents thought it was so cute. The one memory I have is of us jumping around pretending to hiccup like cartoon characters. Otherwise, I just know that he was dirty blond.
The first grade "boyfriend" I remember a lot better. My friends would tell me that he was "using" me and I would say, "no, I'm using him" (none of us knew what that meant, of course; we were just throwing around words we'd heard from adults). One day, we got "married" on the baseball diamond at recess, and we performed the ceremony twice because everyone wanted to see us kiss (which we DID! Just pecks, of course. But I remember him looking so smug about it. He stuck his nose in the air and his hands in his pockets and positively strutted). Our "honeymoon" involved going to the playground and playing tag. At the end of the year, we got assigned to different second grade classes, and he looked at me and said, "good-bye, [name]." At the time, it felt super dramatic and important.
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