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I sit on the swing set,
the cold metallic chains press into my palms.
My feet dig into the gravel beneath me.
Kids playing,
chasing, laughing, fighting.
Across the playground,
on top of the jungle gym,
he sits.
He's in a different class across the hall,
a year older.
How scandalous
by the standards of a second grader, at least.
His smile gives me unfamiliar feelings,
flutters in my stomach,
skipped heartbeats,
a desire to be noticed.
My friends and I,
would learn over a decade later,
he was all of our first crushes.
I build up the courage,
hop off the swing set,
march over to the jungle gym.
Want to play?
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