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My first boyfriend was in eighth grade. I had just begun living with my dad and was attending a new school in Massachusetts. I shared the bus with this boy, tall and dark haired, who smiled at me every time I stepped onto the bus. I didn't know him, but then again, I didn't know anyone and I thought it kind of him to be so friendly to a stranger, and so I would reciprocate his friendliness with a wave. This pattern continued, smile, wave, smile, wave, until the day he finally spoke to me and asked me for my Instant Messenger screen name- it was LoverGirl180. What
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