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I was 8 or 9 years old and playing with the neighbour girl of the same age. She asked me to her house--I guess to show me something; I don't recall what it was--and had brought me to her room. Next thing I knew she pulled me into the closet, shut the door and started kissing me: I kissed back and it went on for a few minutes. It was awwwwwwrite. Then her somewhat ogre-like father came home and it had to stop.
We remained friends on and off, being in the same area and frequenting similar establishments. I saw her father for many years thereafter but never liked him very much, and I realized as I was writing this story: it's because he ruined my first makeout session!
I told you I was sorry about eating so much garlic first.
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