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Watching A Make-out While Wrapped In A Blanket With A Guy She Wanted To Make Out With Made Her Feel Exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like Her Thoughts Were Flashing Before His Eyes. Finally Brett Managed To Pull Away Without Consent Of Bekka's Lips. The Confusion Created A Sloppy Bite-a-juicy-peach Sound. Everyone Cringed.

This Isn't Going To Be Pretty. Rules Will Be Broken. Friendships Will Be Tested. And Huge Risks Will Be Taken. But They're Small Prices To Pay For True Love And Freedom, Right?

It Was An Image Melody Would Never Forget. Or Was It The Emotions The Image Conjured - Hope, Excitement, And Fear Of The Unknown, All Three Tightly Braided Together, Creating A Fourth Emotion That Was Impossible To Define. She Was Getting A Second Chance At Happiness And It Tickled Like Swallowing Fifty Fuzzy Caterpillars.

I Completely Remember The Horror I Felt When My Pits Started Getting Hairy. I Would Walk With My Arms Pressed Against My Sides.

After Each Dream, Frankie Woke With A Start, Soaked In Tears. But She Found No Relief In The Peaceful Silence Of Her Room, Because There Everything Was Real. And The Guilt Was Too Immense To Bear. Each Time She Opened Her Eyes, She'd Quickly Shut Them. And Wish That She Had Woken Up For The Very Last Time.