I’ve told you about my first kiss and my ‘first love’. But really none of these mean anything in the greater picture of things. Dylan was nothing compared to the man I had a crush on freshman year of the Academy.

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The First Moment

The glass conference room door open and soft footsteps move inside and then closed the door.  A pair of shiny, black patent leather shoes crossed the section of floor I studied.  They stopped a few feet away from me.  My gaze followed the owner’s legs up.  His black dress pants were pressed and starched to perfection.

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