Neha Chaudhary

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While he kissed me I kept my eyes open and tried to memorize the spacing of the house lights so I would never forget them. Finally Buddy stepped back. ‘Wow!’ he said. ‘Wow what?’ I said, surprised. It had been a dry, uninspiring little kiss, and I remember thinking it was too bad both our mouths were so chapped from walking five miles in that cold wind. ‘Wow, it makes me feel terrific to kiss you.’ I modestly didn’t say anything. ‘I guess you go out with a lot of boys,’ Buddy said then.
The Bell Jar
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